"I'm Your's"

Her clothes were peeled away, one piece at a time, as if each layer removed brought him closer to erasing Mike from her body. Jake’s mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a hot, damp path in its wake, his teeth grazing her skin. Renee's eyes rolled back in her head, torn between the pleasure and the pain of his possessive kisses. His hands moved over her, his thumbs circling her breasts until she gasped. He was everywhere—touching, kissing, biting—marking her with every caress.
Her legs were trembling, but she didn’t protest as he bent her over the bale of hay, his hand guiding her into position. The roughness of the straw scraped her skin, sending a shiver through her body. He was rough with her, his hands leaving bruises where they held her firm. His voice was a low growl in her ear. “You’re mine, Renee. You always were.” She felt him push inside her, filling her completely, the sensation overwhelming. Each thrust was punctuated by a whisper of anger.

The barn was alive with the sound of their passionate battle. The creaks of the old wooden beams seemed to echo the tension between them. Renee’s moans were muffled by the hay, and she felt every inch of Jake’s desire as he claimed her, driving into her as if to erase any trace of Mike. His hand slammed against the stall wall with every thrust, the echo reverberating through her body. His breath was hot on her neck, his teeth nipping at her ear, and she felt his desperation to brand her, to claim her in a way that was undeniable. Her eyes watered, but not from pain. It was the intensity of his possession that overwhelmed her. This wasn’t the gentle love making she’d come to know with him. This was raw, animalistic, a declaration of ownership that she never knew she needed—or wanted. Each stroke was punctuated with a whispered promise, a vow to never leave her, a stark contrast to the emptiness Mike had left behind. Jake’s grip tightened, his rhythm becoming more frenzied, and she could feel him holding back a tide of anger, of hurt, of fear.

“Jake, I’m so sorry,” she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. “Your first time again should have been with me, not him.” He didn’t answer, just pushed into her harder, deeper, faster. His teeth sank into her shoulder, and she cried out his name, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to resonate in every part of her soul. He was reclaiming her, making sure she knew who she belonged to. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over, laying her back onto the hay. She looked up at him, eyes wide, heart racing. The hunger in his gaze was primal. He hovered over her, his hands on either side of her head, pressing her down into the prickly embrace of the straw. “Jake—” she started, but his mouth was on hers, swallowing any further words.

He pushed his fingers inside her, one at a time, watching her face contort with each new intrusion. Her body stretched to accommodate him, tightening around his digits. His eyes never left hers, searching for something, perhaps a sign of resistance or maybe just a glimmer of understanding. Renee’s breathing grew shallower with every inch he claimed. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands, the sensation of his knuckles brushing against her inner walls almost too much to bear. The first finger brought a gasp, the second a whimper. The third made her scream, a sound that was half pleasure, half pain. Her body quivered, poised on the precipice of an orgasm she didn’t know if she wanted to reach. The barn swirled around them, a cocoon of shadows and memories and the smell of desperation. Each finger curled, stroking something deep within her, and she felt herself start to come apart. Jake’s eyes gleamed with triumph and something else, something darker.

He leaned in closer, whispering against her mouth, “You’re mine, Renee. Only mine. Tell me you’re mine.” The words were a demand, a question, a plea. She could feel his heart racing, the tremble in his hands as he worked her body like a master sculptor, molding her to his will. Renee’s eyes squeezed shut, her body arching off the hay. The pressure was building, a crescendo of sensation that she wasn’t ready to face. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but it was no use. “I’m yours, Jake!” she screamed, her voice raw with the force of her climax. The words hung in the air, echoing off the barn walls like a declaration of war. She felt him tense above her, his eyes boring into hers. Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock back into her, not easy, not gentle, but possessively. There was no hesitation in his movements now, no gentle coaxing. It was as if he needed to feel her, all of her, as deep as he could get. His thrusts were hard and fast, driven by a need that transcended the physical.

“Why, Renee?” he growled, each word punctuating his thrusts. “Why did you let him touch you when you’re mine?” Renee’s eyes searched his, desperate for understanding, but she had none to give. All she could do was whisper, “I don’t know. I don’t know!” as the tears spilled over her cheeks. And then, as suddenly as the storm had come, it ceased. Jake’s body stilled, his breath hot against her ear. He pulled out, and for a moment, Renee felt a chill of fear that he would leave her like this—bare, vulnerable, and exposed. But instead, he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached for her, gently, almost reverently, and guided himself back inside her. This time, his movements were slow, tender, like he was trying to erase the harshness of his previous claim.

For a few moments, they just held each other, their bodies joined in the quiet of the barn. The sound of their mingled breaths filled the space, the only music to their silent dance of regret and redemption. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the anger was gone, replaced by a love so deep it was almost painful. He moved for a few more moments, his hips rocking in a gentle rhythm that spoke of his need to be connected to her. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that had spilled over. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice softer now, a stark contrast to the rawness of their earlier encounter. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He kissed her then, his mouth gentle on hers, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips in a tender apology. His eyes searched hers, looking for the same forgiveness that was reflected in her own gaze. And when she kissed him back, it was with a softness that seemed to seep into every part of him, calming the storm that had taken over.

Jake’s hand trailed down her spine, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He felt himself pulse inside her, the culmination of all that anger and passion. And as he came, he whispered, “I’m sorry for getting so rough. I just—I had to have you. I had to make sure you knew you’re mine.” Renee’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt the warmth of his release fill her. The words were like a balm to her soul, soothing the ragged edges of her guilt.