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I don’t know what I expected, really. I didn’t think Haze Adams would be bad, obviously, but I’d somehow convinced myself that he couldn’t possibly be attractive, funny, and good in bed. I told myself that it wasn’t possible. That surely the Universe took pity on regular humans and put a limit of perfection on individuals like Haze. But apparently, there is no such thing as a limit of unfairness in this world. What’s up with that, Universe?
He presses down on me in a rough way that drives me completely mad and listens to my body, adjusting his speed to every sound I make and every tiny reaction I have.
I throw my head back with a sigh and think I see something flash in his eyes when I bite back a moan. I find myself wrapping a hand around his arm without realizing it and tighten my hold every time my body ignites with delight. He takes his lower lip between his teeth, watching my facial expressions change.
I’m slightly surprised when his fingers travel downward. Again, he dives his blue eyes into mine, waiting for the green light. I tremble in anticipation and nod yes.
My heart gives a jolt when he pushes a finger inside me.
It slightly hurts at first, but the way he begins moving in and out of me all the while letting his thumb start up the circles again quickly shatters the pain. It’s getting hard to be quiet.
He tries to add a finger but sees it’s not going to work just yet, so he doesn’t force it. Soon enough, the moisture between my legs tells him to add that second finger.
“How does that feel?” He brings his mouth to my ear, his voice packed with lust. I don’t reply. When he sees that I’m not going to answer, he speaks again. “Does that mean you want me to stop?”
I bite on my lower lip and shake my head like I’m afraid that opening my mouth will release the moans building up in my throat.
“I’m sorry, did you say something? I didn’t catch that.” He smirks. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head again.
“I want to hear you say it, Winter. Tell me how it feels.”
I have no idea how I could expect Haze not to mess with me even in such a heated moment. This is still Haze we’re talking about. Sometimes, I think his entire purpose for existing is getting me out of my comfort zone. Oh, and annoying me.
“No?” he insists. “Okay, then.”
He stops moving, his finger abruptly ceasing their thrusting and circular motion. What the hell? The sudden absence of sensation immediately drives me nuts.
“What are you doing? Don’t stop,” I pant, tightening my hold on his buff arm and clenching my teeth.
“Why not?” he whispers. “What? Does it feel good?”
He’s driving me crazy on purpose. He won’t stop until he hears me say it.
“Yes, yes,” I relent, raw desperation lying between every word. “It feels good. It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He grins, my begging satisfying him. He starts moving again, curling his fingers in and out of me faster than he did before and speeding up his circles.
He applies more pressure, and I go from holding his arm to sinking my nails into it. That’s for sure going to leave a mark, but I know he’s probably used to having girls leaving marks on his body.
The thought of his fingers entering another girl while her toes curl leaves an unpleasant taste in my mouth, but it quickly dissolves when an overwhelming feeling starts building up inside me. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
I’m not going to lie and say I’ve never climaxed before, or that it took Haze five minutes to get me there, but I know from the way my body shakes that what’s coming is about to make anything I’ve known in the past seem like a cheap knockoff.
My breathing grows louder, and Haze buries his face into my neck to feather my collarbone with kisses.
“You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” he breathes out.
“I…” I try to speak, like my brain needs to find words to put on such an indescribable feeling, but fail.
My eyes widen when I begin to lose control. This is so unprecedented for me. I have the reflex of covering my face, feeling so vulnerable and exposed to this guy who seems to know me better than I do. He made me say these things, and Heaven knows I don’t do dirty talk—if you could even call it that—he got me to beg and I… I liked it.
I usually have control over myself but not with him. Not with this. Right now, my body is entirely his, and it scares me.
“Don’t.” He grips my hands and gets them away from my face. “Don’t hide. I want to see you. Look at me.”
I chew on my lower lip, my gaze refusing to find his.
