Kate could not remember feeling anything other than violently bewildered. It was as if she was in constant and total free fall, desperately flailing for some sort of purchase to halt the course of absolute gravity.
The punishment of the last week and change had taken its toll. Though her body was certainly battered, the wounds and cuts were not much different from those she had sustained before. No, it was the mental fog she found herself tumbling through that scared her. She had always been excellent at assessing and planning. Those were strengths she could normally rely on, as instinctual to her as breathing.
And it was her breath that gave it away. Something so basic and elemental no longer felt simple. With her mind pushing and scraping, her entire body had to force the process of her diaphragm expanding and her throat opening to allow air in. And exhalations were just as difficult. Dizziness was consistently sneaking up on her as she held breath in. She was gasping every few moments.
So when they slammed their bodies together, put everything into getting as tightly pressed to one another as possible — clawed at each other's limbs, pressed mouths and tongues to one another's flesh — she didn't have to be scared of the fog she was fumbling through. In those moments, she wasn't frightened of her labored breathing. Because the fucking was a reason. If only for as long as the intensity between them lasted. But that reasoning dropped away with each orgasm, freeing them of each other again.
He took hold of her arm as she reached the bed. But she never got onto the mattress, because then they were on the floor, carpet cushioning some of the pressure of their bodies rolling about. She found herself on top of him after a moment and straddled his waist, knees pressed tight around him. They both shuddered as his cock fit inside her.
But she did not hesitate rocking her hips into him, fingers of one hand on his chest and those of the other delicately rubbing over her own nipples. Watching this gesture, he arched his back and pushed himself upwards beneath her. She gasped when he took one hardened nipple in his teeth and fondled the tip with his tongue. His eyes stayed on her as he did, and she winced, grasping the hair at the nape of his neck. All the while, she continued arching her hips into his body, making them both moan at each rotation.
Her wildly erratic breath made sense in this moment. And she clung to the sensation of air coursing in and out of her gaping mouth, as well as that of every nerve ending in her body being aflame.
He brought his lips to her neck now, so that her head fell back to give him total access. And she allowed him to support her with a firm hand on her hip and the other on her bicep as they moved. His rapid breath flew out over the skin beneath her jawline, hot and fast. He bit her again, gently, this time on her shoulder. Then Kate grabbed him by the throat and forced his mouth to hers.
There would be a moment sometime later in which she would remember that she had to find her way out of this, out of this place, out of his grasp. But right now, as she bucked up and down on his erection, that thinking was absent. All thinking was completely abandoned in the fog she dropped blindly through.
And she continued to plummet further and further from the person she had been.