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“If only you could change the future,” she pants, almost to herself and I don’t know what she’s talking about but suddenly she’s kissing me back with an enthusiastic eagerness and my mind goes blank. There’s so much vulnerability in her that I almost don’t know how to keep her safe. From the world, from herself but I know I’ll try my damnedest.
Her hands explore my chest and I fist my fingers into her hair, wanting her to break against me and ask me to pick up the pieces. An abandoned expression covers her face when I pull her on top of me. Need pumps in me and I want to order her to give up everything she has and hold nothing back. She may resist giving her heart away, but that’s exactly what she needs to do.
Or she’ll be pushing me right over that edge.
Chapter Six
Ava
This is reckless.
But I’ve been told men don’t fall in love through sex, so I shouldn’t be too worried. Harm’s eyes look up at me and suddenly they remind me of blank mirrors, as if he doesn’t want me to see what he’s feeling. A nervous laughter threatens to erupt.
He can’t be developing feelings, I won’t let him and all kinds of bizarre thoughts race through my head. There are things I could do to make him less attracted to me but my body protests. It wants him, even if this is just purely physical.
I can do just physical... in the movies people do this all the time without falling in love.
And yet I feel something between us that I can’t explain but it’s penetrating, capable to surpass and cross all boundaries. Maybe it’s because I’ve always had this fantasy of giving myself over to someone completely and let them decide what they will do to me.
No matter how helpless it makes me feel.
I want to be saved and I want to be crushed at the same time, and I know I’m not making any sense but I can’t help how I feel. Biting my lip, I look down at Harm when he starts to fold my simple nightgown little by little. It slides up my thighs, moving past my lacy underwear and he stops for a moment.
“You switched nightgowns,” he rasps, swallowing. “Why?”
“It was too revealing, I felt naked in it and you kept looking at my breasts.”
His brows curve as he keeps lifting the nightgown. “What do you think I’ll be doing now?”
“Look at my breasts,” I pant sheepishly and he nods, pulling it over my head and my chest is on full display, bouncing a little when I shift on top of him. “And touch them, taste them...,” I let out a sharp gasp when he puts one tip into his mouth and my sex throbs. He laps at the peak, before zigzagging his tongue over the hard puckering and it thuds in response.
This feels just as good as when he kisses me and he has such a talented mouth that it should come with a warning. If his hands are murderous, then so is his mouth but I crave it with a feverishness that makes me desperate. Pausing for a moment, he lets out a stunned groan.
“They taste like a reward,” his brows draw over his eyes in anger, “a reward a man like me is not supposed to have.”
“It’s yours,” I moan, pushing my chest out, so that the tips hit his mouth again and he starts suckling once more, even more ferociously than before. “My body you can have...”
I gasp when he lets out a displeased growl, rolling over on top of me and I go limp, squirming at the laser focused gaze in his eyes. I feel like I’m being watched by a judge, someone who wants to punish me and my body responds by swelling like a sponge, needing to soak everything up. My breaths come out jerky as he looms over me before pinning my wrists over my head with his hand. I’m stretched out, an eager offering and he slides his mouth in between my breasts before going lower.
It tickles when he reaches my abdomen and I respond by inhaling, curling my knees up to be able to take the sensation. “I want to consume you,” he rasps, his breath warm on my bellybutton, “make you a permanent part of me.”
Wait...hold on...?
Looking up, I weakly protest but he shuts me up by cupping my center. His eyes shudder when he plunges his middle finger inside but then he stops, watching me through a hooded gaze. “Untouched,” he breathes, his nostrils flaring and his big shoulder shudder. “I knew there was something different about you.”
Heat flares across my cheeks, trickling down my throat and spreading all the way down to my chest at his words but then he starts fondling me. Oh wow...I never knew it would feel like this and I see stars sailing over my ceiling as I toss my head back, not knowing whether to relax or tense up. It feels as if I’m throwing myself into the unknown, without knowing if there’s someone there to catch me. I can’t seem to get control over my breaths and is this it...
Is this how a woman that has needed to control everything in her life, finally loses it?
Strange, unfamiliar moans come out of my throat when the wetness between my legs becomes unbearable and I inhale from relief when Harm puts his mouth over mine, sucking on my tongue until my thoughts crisscross. The fondling no longer feels as gentle but coarse and desperate. Instead of cowering, my body responds and I breathe against his mouth, needing it on my lips to help me through this.
“My angel’s not used to being invaded,” Harm groans, “but don’t be sprouting no wings and flying away. This is mine, you said it yourself.”
Squeezing my eyes, I nod, sliding my hands down his back and his muscles splay as if he has a lot of pent up energy he needs to release. And what better place to release it in than me? A gasp leaves my lips when he slips another finger inside and now I feel crowded. I start squirming but he shushes me, making me feel good again. His eyes don’t blink as if he needs to see every expression I make and we mirror each other. When my brows draw, his do the same, when my lips part to catch a breath, his do the same and it feels as if he’s trying to crawl under my skin.
No...tears form at the corners of my eyes...this is not supposed to be this intimate...
“Don’t,” he growls against my jawline because he must have seen the panic in my eyes, “you’re letting me in...,” he trails off, grunting when my insides try pushing him out but he’s determined to thrust past my struggles and I let out a whimper. He can’t do this to me but the look in his eyes tells me he has no intention of stopping. There’s a determination in him now, which he lacked when he came here to kill me.
