Thinking about hate sex.. pinning them helplessly under me and watching the fight leave their eyes as I push into them, seeing them realize how fucking good it feels. Watching the fear in their face when they realize that they need me, and no matter how much they hate me, they need me to fuck them even more.
Talking them through it so sweetly. See, doesn't that feel better? Aren't you glad you gave in when you did? Pulling their face back to me when they turn away. No, sweet thing. I need you to look at me. Look at me or I stop moving. That's better. I need to know that it's me you're thinking about. And it is me they're thinking about. Even if their gaze is full of hate and they're gritting their teeth and digging their nails into me like they want me to bleed.
Fucking them until they fall apart under me and they can't help but moan. Their touch gets softer and they start to rock into me and they forget all about how much they hated me a second ago because it feels so, so good..