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She opened her mouth to respond, but once again I closed that distance and captured her lips with mine. That sweet taste of coconuts and salt running along my tongue just as I imagined she would taste.
This time, she didn’t push me away; her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me against her. I pressed her back against the shelf behind her, my hands gripping onto her hips as I ground my body into hers. All the weeks of her resistance seemed to melt away as she finally gave into the bond.
I could have wept with joy at that moment. The heavy pain in my chest lifting at her touch. She let out a soft moan as I swept my tongue along the inside of her mouth. I savored every taste of hers as I moved my hands along the curve of her back.
Just as I thought that she was finally accepting me, my guard down and my mind sitting on cloud nine, her hands shoved back into my chest with force, and I went flying back into the table filled with my abandoned books.
“Go to hell, Brady Rigel-Crete!” She yelled at me before rushing from the library.
I stared after her, confused and worried that all the progress I believed we had made had just been wiped away and taken right back to ground zero. My head fell back as I looked up into the ceiling with a curse on my lips and a new longing settling on my chest.
One taste, and I was already addicted. Damn the fates for having done this to us.
Chapter Seven
Madilyn
I raced back to my room, my heart pounding fiercely as if it might burst through my chest. It felt just like the first night I arrived here. Once again, I found myself fleeing from Brady, besieged by the whirlwind of confusing emotions that had plagued me since realizing we were mates.
My fist collided with the bedpost in frustration, angry at myself for letting him get under my skin. I hadn’t even gotten what I had gone to him for. He gave me no actual answers to my questions. He only toyed with me until I had let my guard down. Why? Why had I permitted him to breach the walls I had so carefully erected?
I had boasted to him that I wasn’t like the other girls who fell for his charms. I had told him he couldn’t change my mind, that our history was written in stone, and yet now I could taste him on my lips. Gods help me, I loved it. I wanted more of him. I wanted to taste his lips again, even now, as I berated myself for allowing him to get that close.
“Why does it have to be him?” I asked myself. My brows kitted together as the frustration of the night’s events settled over me.
I paced back and forth across my room. My fingers weaved into my hair, grappling with the rapidly increasing headache born from my internal turmoil. I paused in front of the vanity mirror, a voice in the back of my mind challenging me with the very question that Brady had asked me before.
What if he’s different? What if I never even knew him at all?
I scoffed to myself and turned away from the reflection, the doubt and uncertainty filling my eyes.
“He’s still Brady,” I reminded myself sternly. “He’s who he is. He even admits to everything he did to me. I mean, he seemed apologetic, but it was still him. Are apologies really all it takes to prove that he’s changed?”
The possibility hung in the air as I voiced it aloud. My gaze returned to the mirror, and I saw hope now glimmer in my eyes as my reflection stared back at me.
My mind replayed the scene in the library – the way he challenged me, the undeniable sincerity in his eyes. As I thought his words over, a softness crept into my heart. My resolve to push back against this bond began to weaken, and my mind began to cast doubts on everything I had believed so strongly about Brady before.
He had mentioned the possibility that he knew all along that we were mates. That his adolescent mind hadn’t understood it at the time. It would explain his consistent obsession with me. Could it really have been mere immaturity and a lack of understanding of his own feelings?
I thought back to the softness of his lips on mine, the way his gaze had been so filled with love and desire. He had given himself over to the bond so willingly. He hadn’t once rejected me, even as I pushed him away as best as I could. It appeared as though he was determined to make it up to me for everything he did to me when I was younger.
While one side of me wasn’t convinced it could be all that easy to forgive him, the other side of me, which was giving in to The Fate’s demands, was increasingly growing stronger.
I sank onto my bed, my fingers tracing my lips as though searching for the lingering sensation of his touch. I closed my eyes and sighed at the memory of the feeling of his body against mine. I could still sense the ghost of his hands on my body and the heated way my own body had responded to him.
Warmth flooded my cheeks as the realization of just how intimately I had felt his presence washed over me. The way my body seemed to have been affected by his.
My breath hitched as my hands instinctively began to trace the path his had charted along my curves. My fingertips teased at the tender skin around my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening even through my clothes as a shiver of pleasure ran through me.
I laid back against my bed and allowed my hands to wander to places he hadn’t touched, but I longed now for him to explore. I pulled up my shirt to reveal my bare skin, my fingertips running down to my torso as a soft gasp left my lips.
In my mind, it wasn’t my hand. As I closed my eyes, I could see Brady hovering over me, his hand in the place of mine.
With each deep kiss he pressed to my lips, my whimpering grew louder, begging for more. Heat bloomed through my body, giving me a tint of pink under my skin. I shivered in anticipation as his fingers teased along my waist before undoing my jean button and zipper.
I lifted my hips to push my pants down, my underwear quick to follow before my mind pictured Brady’s fingers teasing along the tender skin. His fingers roamed lower, running along my slit gently, the touch almost nonexistent in its softness, yet the slight touch sent sparks of anticipation through me as I moaned softly to myself.
As his touch explored more, I felt the wetness grow. My hips rocked with the motion of the strokes and behind my closed eyes Brady leaned closer to me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. I gasped as I pictured his mouth teasing the space along my shoulder where his mark would go.
