There was so much Emma wanted to say. So much that she needed to say. But she couldnât. Every word was stuck in her throat because nothing she could say would be good enough. Nothing she could choke out would explain how she felt. Nothing would be able to show Regina just how much she hated herself for this. All she had ever wanted was Reginaâs happiness and she was destroying it every single day. It was better like this; it was better to get it over with in one painful blow rather than a lifetime of sharp jabs.Â
But she couldnât fight Reginaâs touch. She couldnât resist herâshe never could. That was what had made this so damn hard. She remained still for a moment as Regina kissed her before dropping the papers at their feet and kissing her back. She needed her. She needed to be physically with her and she knew it was wrong but she ached for it. She wanted that intensity to burn her, she wanted Reginaâs desperate touch to leave dark marks on her skin, painful reminders that their relationship was real. She wanted proof that they were still alive.Â
She reached for her wifeâs waist and yanked her closer, fingers digging into her skin in an attempt to keep her pressed against her. She didnât want to go. She didnât want this to be over but they both needed this right now. Maybe if Emma made this something bitter and cruel it would be easier. If Emma used this to prove that their relationship was broken and wrong, maybe Regina would understand. She let her teeth sink into Reginaâs lower lip, intentionally hurting her.  This wasnât going to be beautiful. This would hurt them both. She released Reginaâs lip before she could draw blood and she just waited for Reginaâs snarl as she pushed her away in disgust. She wanted to break this thing they had enough that even Regina would realize that it was pointless to try anymore.Â
It was almost too easy, the way Emma surrendered to her touch, to her kisses. All of her desperation and pain was suddenly replaced with a burning desire for her wife; she wanted to claim her, to show her how much she needed her, how much she still loved her. It hadnât always been easy between them, but this was how marriage was supposed to feel like. There were ups and down, good times and bad timesâŚ. Still, Regina refused to believe that this was the end of a lifetime together. They were meant to be ââ Emma and Regina, jagged pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together.
Chest to chest and thigh to thigh, Regina allowed her hands to roam over her wifeâs arms, the nape of her neck, her taught abdomen, taking in the way her simple white tank top clung to her muscular body like a second skin. Gods, no other woman had ever managed to turn her on the way her wife did. Her skilled hands and probing tongue made the mayor weak in the knees.
âEm⌠Emma.â The guttural moan that left Reginaâs mouth the moment Emmaâs sharp teeth dug into her bottom lip was downright embarrassing and not the reaction her wife had hoped for. The sudden mixture of pain and pleasure shook the brunette to her very core, her arousal skyrocketing tenfold as her wife continued to suckle on her swollen brim. Up until now, their sex had consisted of gentle lovemaking. They did include some kinky toys from time to time, but all forms of torture had been banned from the bedroom during the early stages of their relationship. Was it time to change said rules?
With one hand fisted in blonde hair, Regina took a step backwards, bringing Emma with her. She took a moment to consider her following move before roughly shoving her wife onto her mahogany desk, her own body draping itself over the others like a blanket. âFuck me Emma. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like this is the last time you ever get to put your hands on me.â
