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Lawrence rushes us, but Sawyer spins out of the way. I screech with the quick movements, my fear instincts driving me crazy as Lawrence tries to capture me. Swinging his fist, Sawyer punches Lawrence in the gut, knocking him back.
Snarling, Lawrence materializes in the doorway. He unsheathes a knife and points it at Cooper. “Get over here. You’re going back to the herd until I think things through.” He turns his attention to Sawyer next. “If you want Hayley, then you can fucking stay here.”
“Fine by me. The offer stands until the next nightfall. If my crew doesn’t hear from me, they’ll be coming. I wouldn’t wait too long. Monroe is impatient when he wants to fuck shit up, right, Hayley?” Sawyer squeezes my ass.
I open and close my mouth, my words stuck on my tongue.
Everything happens so fast that I can’t keep up. Cooper yells out, and the door slams. Lawrence slides the lock into place, abandoning me alone with Sawyer in the cell. I gawk at the door in shock, expecting him to return at any second with a team of security personnel. Silence lingers. The only noise thrumming through the air are both our hearts beating. Sawyer’s is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard in my life, the rhythm a perfect melody to make my soul sing. I could sway to the thudding of his heart, the music his body creates from my closeness practically intoxicating. Because he’s not scared. He remains guarded and aware, but Lawrence doesn’t freak him out like he does me. To him, he’s another asshole vampire on a power trip. Something he’s used to.
“Hayley,” Sawyer murmurs, gliding his finger along my jawbone, tracing the curve of my chin until he guides my face away from staring at the door and to him. His blue eyes light with blips of silver. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Did the fucker hurt you more than I can see?”
I rub my lips together, knowing he’s referring to more than getting whipped. For the first time tonight, fear lines his eyes. My silence scares him. So does my hesitation. I wish the words would spill from my mouth, because I am okay. I just—I lean in and kiss him, desperately needing his closeness.
He moans against my mouth, kissing me once more before easing back. “Hayley—”
I rapidly blink, trying to control my tears. “I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me like that. Now please, I’ve missed you. Just kiss me for a minute. It might be all the time we have.”
My command sets Sawyer off, and he crashes his mouth mine, kissing me deeply as he slides his tongue into my mouth and tastes my lips. I run my fingers through his soft hair and keep him close, not letting him pull away even if he wanted to. I can’t get enough of him. Of his touch. Of his taste. Of the way I feel so safe wrapped in his arms. It’s as if we’re not in a filthy cell and in a beautiful paradise together as long as we are alone.
I break my mouth from his lips and work my way down his jaw until I lick my tongue across his throat. Something savage inside me awakens, and the faint memory of the taste of his blood explodes in my mind, setting off a hunger deep inside me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I jerk away and cover my hand with my mouth. “You have to put me down. Hurry.”
Without hesitating or questioning me, Sawyer sets me on my feet. He remains in my personal space, clutching my hands between his as if even the thought of letting go of me pains him.
“What’s wrong? No one’s here. I can hear Lawrence coming from a mile away. I recognize him now.” Sawyer lowers his brows on his forehead with his frown, his mouth pouting yet managing to stay sharp instead of softening.
I lick my lips and puff a breath out. “It’s not that.” It’s now that I realize that he doesn’t know what I am. He doesn’t know I’m some sort of mutated being. I’m afraid to tell him I’m not the donor he thought I was. What if he...no, Sawyer wouldn’t ever think of me like Lawrence does. I know him better than that.
“You know you can tell me anything,” Sawyer murmurs, rubbing his thumb over the side of mine. “In your own time when you feel comfortable. I know it’s not easy for you to speak freely, but I won’t stop reminding you that you can with me.”
I smile with his words. It’s such a strange concept to be able to say anything without having to worry about getting punished for saying something wrong, and it’s still hard for me, especially now, but I want to try. Just not right this second.
Right now, I want to feel Sawyer on a level that I haven’t gotten to yet. I want to show him how much I’ve missed him. How much I want him. I want to use him to help me forget all the shitty things that happened to me, even if it’s only temporary.
“I know I can, and I will. I promise. I just...kiss me again. I’m okay now.” I clutch his face and lean in, brushing my lips to his, feeling the softness of his tongue caressing mine as his hands glide through my short hair and down my back as he picks me up once more.
He doesn’t push me to talk to him and instead gives in to my desire to just be with him in this moment despite the fucked up shitshow around us. Reaching between us, I rub my hand over his cock, feeling the hardness of his shaft through his pants. It turns me on knowing how excited he is to be with me, and I can’t help thinking about what it would be like if he would just unzip his pants and fuck me right here and right now. He could easily do it. I’m not even wearing underwear under this filthy dress. I never expected my first time with Sawyer to be in a cell, covered in mud and blood. I thought it would be in his room in the Bella. I thought it would be more romantic, but I realize I don’t need romance. I don’t need anything except for Sawyer and his desire for me.
“Do you want me?” I ask, my breath whispering against his lips.
“Always.” Sawyer’s big hand shifts my dress up from behind, and he slides his fingers between my legs, feeling my slick lust for him.
I moan and rock my hips, bouncing slightly in his arms, getting him to finger me in a way that leaves me breathless.
“How does that feel?” Sawyer murmurs, his voice vibrating across my lips. It’s not often someone asks me if I like something, and I respond with a moan in agreement, my words refusing to come out. “You’re so wet for me. I want to taste you.”
My breathing quickens at the thought, and the state of my body makes me hesitate for a second, but Sawyer picks me up higher and rests my back to the wall. He doesn’t care if there’s dirt on me. He kisses my thigh anyway and gets me to wrap my legs around his shoulders. My head brushes the top of the cell because of his height, and I bow forward a bit and hold on for dear life, though I know he would never drop me.
His tongue glides across the seam of my legs, and he buries his face between my thighs and flicks his tongue, teasing and tasting me, sucking my clit just right and in a way that I have to clench my jaw to keep quiet. All I want to do is scream out my pleasure. I want him to know exactly how he makes me feel and how much I like this. Bouncing on his shoulders exhilarates me.
“I’m going to cum,” I say, gasping as my body zings with pleasure. “I’m scared I’ll be loud. Someone will hear us.”
He slows down his mouth and eases back, denying my body what it craves in this moment. “I can help.”
Sawyer surprises me by digging his fingers into my hips and bringing me back down until I land on my feet. He doesn’t finish me with his mouth and instead bows in and kisses me while sliding his finger between my legs to rub my clit with just the right pressure to bring me back to my peak. This time it’s more intense, and I feel my knees weakening. Sawyer doesn’t let much noise escape my mouth, kissing me deeper and silencing me as my muscles spasm and I orgasm, the sensation so intense that my body stiffens, and I lose myself to the pleasure he ignites in me.
Sawyer smiles through a kiss. I can feel his lips stretching as if he enjoys that he makes me orgasm as if it’s his sole purpose in life. And now I want to do the same for him. I want him to have me any way he pleases.
