Fucking heaven. That was the two words that came to mind if he had to describe what he was feeling right in that moment as he slammed into her over and over. He had waited so long for this moment to happen and it was better than he had ever expected. Fucking heaven.
He had come across her by accident. His car had broken down in the middle of nowhere and his phone had run out of battery so he had started walking until he came across a house with the lights turned on. Through the window he had seen her, he could only describe her as the most beautiful creature on earth, standing in her underwear while pulling up a pair of jeans. Shortly after a dress shirt followed. He watched as she buttoned it up, showing less and less of her, and still he wanted her more and more.
He had waited in the darkness for several minutes until he thought enough time had passed so she wouldn't actually think he had been there while she got dressed. He had knocked on the door but as the smart women she apparently was, she had kept the chain lock on and looked at him through the crack. He had pleaded his case and she had called a tow truck company for him. He had thanked her and said goodbye and walked back to his car, well aware that he would come back there again.
He had come there again and again, watching her through the darkness. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. He couldn't stay away. Slowly the story developed in his head, how they were together, she was his and just waiting for him to come home.
Today he came home.
He hadn't expected her to fight like that and scream that loud but if she wanted to play rough, he was up for a fun little sex game. After all, she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. They were together. It hadn't taken him long to rip her clothes off and get her down on the bed, pinning her arms down while his knees pushed her legs apart, thrusting into her with a force he didn't even know himself he possessed.
"Say my name, baby," he said.
"Please, stop," she cried.
"Say my name!" He shouted.
"I don't know your name," she cried.
He looked at her with wonder. Of course she knew his name. He was her boyfriend.
"Dean," he got out.
"Please, Dean, stop. You're hurting me," she cried.
"But you want it," he hissed.
"No!" She screamed.
He clamped his hand down over her mouth, silencing her roughly. It didn't matter that she screamed, she lived alone in the countryside with no neighbours, but if she didn't wanna moan his name, he didn't wanna hear her at all. As she started struggling even more, he put more force on his hand while his other hand still held her wrists together above her head.
A few seconds before he came, she finally stopped struggling and stopped moving all together. Even the sounds of her crying stopped. He thrust in a few more times and came. Fucking heaven to be home.
"I love you, baby," he removed his hand.
There was no answer. Her eyes were open and she stared straight up in the ceiling. She didn't even blink.
"Baby?" He asked nervously.
There was absolutely no response. He leaned his ear down to her mouth but he couldn't hear anything. She wasn't breathing. He pulled out of her and jumped out of bed fast. Panic started to set in. He had killed her. He didn't mean to. It was an accident. He only wanted her to shut up but he must have covered both her mouth and nose, making it impossible for her to breathe.
"No, baby," he whispered.
It wasn't fair. He had finally made it home. His heaven had turned into a hell within a few minutes. He slowly backed towards the door as he watched her. He needed to get out. He needed to get away. Away from this hell on earth. Fucking hell.