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I’m an addict. Every moment with him makes me need more. Every touch increases my tolerance and requires even more to sustain me. Soon, I’ll be completely lost to him. I already feel it happening. And like an addict, I don’t care. I just want him. More, more, more. Until he runs through my veins, and I exist on him alone.
Is it the same for him? Does he feel me in the same way?
Is it selfish that I hope he does?
“Please,” I moan, pleading for more.
He bites my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth in a delicious glide.
The sting fades to pleasure as his body comes down over mine. He’s so damn big. God, he’s a giant. A Titan. He completely engulfs me as the boards in the ottoman groan as if to protest our combined weight.
He breaks our kiss, his lips trailing down my throat. His stubble scrapes my skin as he bites and kisses, driving me higher and higher. My hands slip from his shoulders, exploring down his back. I scratch, dragging my nails down the thick bands of muscle.
He growls his pleasure, crawling over me. His erection grinds against my center. His mouth lands against my right breast.
“Rhys!” I cry out, stunned when he bites me through my shirt. Another sharp pulse goes straight to my clit. I’ve never felt that before. Ever.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He rears back suddenly, reaching for my shirt. Faster than I can process, it’s in a heap on the floor. His eyes blaze with intensity as he stares down at me. No one looks at me like he does. No one sees me like he does. Seeing myself in his eyes is beautiful.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he growls.
“I want to ruin you.” I swallow hard, staring up at him. “I want to make you crazy, Rhys.”
He growls again, yanking the cups of my bra down. Cool air kisses my nipples and then he’s there, pushing them together, burying his face in them. He groans like a man on the brink. One dying and finding salvation in the same breath.
“You already are,” he says.
I don’t get a chance to respond. He pulls one nipple into his mouth, covering the other with his palm. I cry out in bliss, raking my nails down his back, clutching him to me…vibrating to a frequency I’ve never heard. Powerful sensations buffet my body, each one shooting straight to my core.
He rocks his hips, grinding his erection against my clit as he gorges himself on my breasts. He’s a dichotomy on top of me. Gentle one moment, rough the next. He bites me and then soothes it with a sweet kiss, curses and then tells me how beautiful I am. Holds me like I’m spun glass but grinds against me like I’m unbreakable.
I love it.
“No!” I cry out, reaching for him when he pries himself off me.
“Take your shorts off, sweet Raven,” he croons. “Let me see you.”
I try to obey, but he yanks his shirt off over his head and I lose the ability to think. I’ve never seen him shirtless before. The tattoos on his arms are a mere preview of the rest of him. He’s covered in them. They climb and coil around his body like living, breathing pieces of him, each one painstakingly etched into his golden skin in vivid color. He is so damn beautiful.
“Shorts off, princess,” he growls. “Panties too.”
I reach for the button on my shorts, breathing hard. He watches me just as intently as I watch him. It’s like we’re both caught in thrall, spellbound. I fumble the zipper down and lift my hips to shimmy them down my thighs, taking my panties with them.
Heat climbs into my cheeks as I kick them away, revealing my body to him. He’s seen me naked before, but it’s different this time. When I got here the other night, I was freezing. Getting naked in front of him wasn’t intentional. It wasn’t about sex. I was too numb to think about his eyes on my body or if he liked what he saw. My world was collapsing in on itself and nothing else mattered.
Right now, this matters. The look in his eyes matters. The way he groans and grinds his palm against his crotch matters. Part of me thinks I should hide myself from his gaze. That’s what a girl my size is supposed to do. Hide my body. Feel shame that I have stretch marks and rolls. That I’m too curvy, too thick. That my stomach isn’t flat, and my hips are too wide. That’s what we’re told we’re supposed to feel. Our bodies are supposed to embarrass us. We’re supposed to hide them away in shame. But I feel no shame. Not now. Not with him.
I let my legs fall open. I let him look at me.
The look in his eyes…God, that look. His eyes are twin flames of forest green, the desire in them scorching me. Burning me alive. He doesn’t like my body. He loves it. His tongue skates along his bottom lip as if he’s trying to taste me on them. He grinds his palm against his erection again.
“Touch your pussy, songbird. Let me watch.”
My hand shakes as I slide it down my body. I don’t obey at first. I tease him, running my hand everywhere except where he wants me to touch. I’m not sure why. Something inside guides me, whispering to me to make him wait. To make him crazy.
