Unproven Chapter Forty Three "Battle of Wills"

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two Chapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five Chapter Twenty Six Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight Chapter Twenty Nine Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One Chapter Thirty Two Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four Chapter Thirty Five Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven Chapter Thirty EightChapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Forty Chapter Forty One Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

By the time 9:30 rolled around, Grayson was so hard it hurt to move. If he didn’t know better he would swear Ary had somehow found out about his sexual issues and this painful physical state was her revenge. If that were the case he would arrive at her house and she would refuse to give him the relief he desperately needed. And he wouldn’t see Tandy for two more days. He would never make it, he would have to endure the excruciating pain of being drained all because his body was in complete lust with Aryanne. The thought sent a chill down his spine as he realized just how dangerous his secret was if it were ever used against him.

He’d tried to keep his mind off it all day, playing basketball to the point of exhaustion, then throwing himself into football practice with a vengeance. But he’d gotten home three hours ago, and since then had been plagued by erotic images of her in a variety of sexual positions. He hoped she kept on the outfit she’d been wearing today, he desperately wanted to push up that sweet little skirt and fuck her doggie style.

“Come on Teller,” he mumbled, “focus.” He needed to devise a game plan since she'd thoroughly screwed his up by taking the initiative. He kept trying but it was no good, the blood had left his brain and settled south. He wouldn't be able to think straight until he'd had some relief.

Okay, time to go. He walked stiff-legged out to his car and climbed in, wincing as his legs squeezed his overfull sac. The fifteen-minute drive was excruciating and by the time he got to her window he was amazed his legs could carry him that far. He pulled himself up and in with considerable effort and his breath caught in his throat. The room was empty. Oh fuck me, he thought, then a sound in the hall made him whirl toward the door.

Ary walked in and stopped when she saw him, a smile stretching across her face.“You came,” she whispered as she shut the door.

“Not yet…get your ass on that bed,” he whispered back.

She laughed, wriggling out of her underwear and letting it fall on the floor. She was still wearing the skirt as he’d hoped, and it seemed she had a hotline to his fantasies because she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and wiggled her tush at him, grinning cheekily over her shoulder.

He unzipped and walked toward her, pulling his painfully engorged cock out and pushing the white skirt up and over her ass simultaneously as he reached her. He leaned against her and dropped his arms down on the bed. “Guide it,” he breathed into her ear.

She obeyed, and when it was in position he clasped her hands and braced them both, thrusting forward hard.

“Aaggh,” she squeaked. It felt twice as big as she remembered and she wondered if she’d shrunk from lack of sex in the past few weeks. It was lucky she was wet and wanted him badly or that thrust would have really freaking hurt.

As he waited for her body to adjust he whispered in her ear. “I thought about this all fucking day Aryanne. But that was the point wasn’t it? That was your game? You knew my body would be wound tight with need, no matter what my mind thought about it.” She might not know about his curse, but she’d spent enough time with him to know he was a horny bastard.

She turned very slightly and offered him a small smile.

He smiled in return, but it was feral, closer to a snarl. Leaning toward her he whispered fiercely, “I’m impressed. And now I’m going to fuck you so goddamned hard you’ll have as difficult a time walking tomorrow as I did today.”

**

Ary’s stomach clenched with excitement at his words and tone and within a few brutal thrusts she was biting her lip hard to keep from crying out in ecstasy. He kept up the assault, pounding so hard against and inside her that her womb and her ass would be bruised by it. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he flipped her over. Her breaths were quick and uneven as she watched him pull off his shirt revealing the body that haunted her dreams.

He climbed astride her and when she went to touch him he grabbed her hands, shackling them together by her wrists in a vise grip and pinning them over her head. He brought his other hand down over her face, tracing her lips with his finger before grabbing his cock and guiding it between her legs. He pushed on her abdomen as he drove forward, and when he was seated he moved the hand to her neck, circling it and resting it there lightly.

She couldn't rip her eyes away from his, the intensity of the lust in them made her inner muscles spasm, sending ripples of delicious sensation down the insides of her legs. God she loved him so much, a part of her knew this was a big mistake. It took everything she had to keep tears from springing to her eyes. He began to move and once again his thrusts were punishing, slamming into her hard enough to vibrate her spine. But somehow the pain only intensified the pleasure and she let out a soundless cry as she came violently.

**

Gray hissed as his own orgasm ripped up through his body and he flung his head back, the cords on his neck standing out as he emptied into her. He continued to convulse for nearly thirty seconds, all thoughts wiped from his mind in the storm of ecstatic release, and when he finally finished he collapsed on top of her breathing harshly into her neck. After a few moments his cognizance returned with the thought that this was why he couldn't stop thinking about her. What her body did for him that no other body could. After another moment he processed the fact that she'd made no move to touch him even though he'd released her hands. He braced himself on either side of her and pushed up and off with what felt like monumental effort, rolling to a sitting position at the edge of her bed. He refrained from looking at her, focusing on a point at the other side of the room, trying to decide how best to play this.

Ary sat up and studied him before speaking quietly. “I know you like to fuck me Grayson, and I know that you want to continue doing it. And right now you're trying to decide how best to make that happen.”

He turned toward her, but didn't focus on her face. His eyes kept moving indicating he was thinking quickly, a slight frown playing at the corners of his mouth. He started to speak and she held up her hand.

“Don't. I don't want you to say anything. It's still a game to you, whether just for the sex or because you didn't win the last one, either way anything you say will be utter bullshit and I don't want to hear it.”

He finally focused, staring at her hard, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Is that what you think?”

“I told you don't...”

He lunged at her, slapping his hand over her mouth, pressing her into the bed, anger flaring in his eyes. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to kiss her. He chose the latter, devouring her mouth with single-minded purpose. He broke away and looked down at her face. “Now that I've effectively shut you up, let me tell you what is bullshit.” He put a hand inside her hair, closing his fist before continuing. “This whole act you've got going on, this emotionless “in it just for the sex” act. And if it isn’t an act then newsflash sweetheart, I did win. I turned a sweet kind girl into a jaded little bitch.”

She tore her eyes from his angry ones and sighed. “It's not exactly an act Grayson. It's only me proving that I know you better than you think.”

He jerked away from her, and got off the bed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on.

She sat up. “Damn it Gray, you're right, of course I care. In fact I love you. Still. I just know that you believe you’re incapable of returning the sentiment. You believe I'm nothing more than a game and unfortunately for both of us you’re so goddamned determined to continue believing it,” she trailed off at a loss as to how best to finish that statement. He'd stopped dressing, his jeans still unbuttoned, one hand on his hip staring intensely at the floor. A muscle was ticking in his jaw indicating how frustrated and unsettled he was. How could he not realize that he cared about her? If he didn't she wouldn't be able to get to him like this, how couldn't he see that?

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