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“Do you want anything else?” He asks, his voice low and careful, almost affectionate but I don’t ponder on the thought for long and simply shake my head.
“How did you even find this place?” I ask, leaning back, lying so close to him.
“Found it on a casual stroll.” He shrugs. “I have a knack for ending up in weird places.”
What does he mean by that? I’m left intrigued when his arms come around me and he pulls me closer to his body.
“I had a place like this too.” I find myself whispering.
His head swivels in my direction, his eyes finding mine. “Yeah?”
I nod once. “In London. I used to go there whenever I wanted to run away from…things.” I shrug, feigning nonchalance.
“I can take you there if you miss it—”
“No.” I cut him off a little too quickly.
His brows draw together, his gaze lingering on me as though waiting for the explanation I can’t give him.
“I stopped going there years ago.”
His arm tightens around me for the briefest moment before going still. I know he wants to ask why. I can almost hear the questions sitting on the tip of his tongue.
But he swallows them.
And for that I’m grateful.
The warmth of his body coaxes a quiet hum from me. He slips his arm more securely around my waist, presses a lingering kiss to my forehead, then trails another to the bridge of my nose before resting there for a heartbeat.
“I think I’m losing my mind.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck with a long devastating sigh.
My hands move involuntarily, threading my fingers in his scalp and I force him to look at me.
My body heats as his darkened, hungry gaze settles on my eyes brimming with desire.
He licks his lips in a want to taste mine and I close the distance with confidence I didn’t know I possessed, and hunger that threw rationality out the window.
His soft lips clash against mine with a need to overpower, to take and fucking take.
“Fuck, baby.” He hisses slightly as if consumed by his lust, and devours me in thick and long and hard licks.
The kiss is desperate. It’s challenging, a battle of tongues and licking and sucking with a want to possess and perhaps conquer over the other.
He is clumsy and fast and oh so slow, his lips bruise mine, sucking on them and I try to keep up with his maddening, hyperventilating, oscillating speed.
He twists and turns until he’s on top of me. His hands on my neck, slightly pressing on it as if wanting to choke me.
The heady feeling mixed with the continuous lashes of his tongue makes me moan so loud, it’s the only sound I hear in the empty sky.
He grunts, his teeth sinking into my lower lip so hard, I feel the skin break. I hiss and he steals the sound closing his mouth around mine.
He licks the blood off and plunges his tongue inside my mouth making me taste my own blood.
“Mhmm…I don’t know which one’s better, your blood or your cum.” He gulps almost feverishly and licks my collarbone. Sinking his teeth in my throat as his hands travel down and down and down. “Fuck. I want both.”
I’m a moaning mess beneath him, shuddering as his hand yanks my tube top down, exposing my breasts to the cold wind.
I hiss as the cold air hits my nipples, making the small nubs hard and again when he closes his mouth around one.
