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I release her hands, and they fall limply to her sides. She can call me a creep or a freak or tell me to stop, but she isn't running away. She feels it too, the flames licking between us, warming our skin.
I bring my index finger up, catching her bottom lip, and she doesn't move.
I pull her lip down, exposing her teeth, and she doesn't move. I drag my hand down over her neck, across her collarbone, over her breasts, and down her abdomen to that plaid skirt she's wearing, and she still doesn't move.
I watch as the pulse point at the base of her throat goes wild.
I continue down to the hem of her skirt and run my hand up and over her white tights.
"Don't," she murmurs.
"Then stop me," I tell her.
My fingers trail up her thigh to the lip of her tights, which sit low on her waist. Her skin is hot against mine, sweaty and burning up, as my fingers slip beneath the tights and her underwear and down to her cunt.
A flush blazes across her cheeks and she pants as she watches me. I breathe in the scent of mint toothpaste between us, and she sucks in a sharp breath as my fingers delve between her thighs.
Thank everything.
She's fucking soaked.
"I hate you," she whispers to me.
"Your pussy doesn't," I remark, and her eyes flutter shut as I push two fingers inside of her, watching her face as I stretch her wet heat.
The sound of her riding my fingers is gloriously loud.
I add another digit, thrusting in and out of her, slow and steady. Her lips part as her eyes remain closed.
"Faster," she murmurs.
I give her what she needs until she comes, throwing her head back and calling out my name.
Then I flatten my lips to hers and kiss her, savoring the nip of peppermint on my tongue.
"I can't let you die, baby girl," I murmur, "not when we could ignite the world together instead."
14
AVERY
What just happened?
I open my eyes and find the creep smirking at me, his hair messy and his dark eyes locked on me. His tongue peeks out from his mouth to taste his top lip. His fingers are still inside of me, the aftershocks of my orgasm fluttering around them.
This feels intimate. I don't do intimate.
I'm not even supposed to know his name. I'm getting out of here.
He removes his hand, and there's an obnoxious squelching sound that mortifies me.
Oh my God, could this get any worse?
He brings his fingers between us, and they are slick with my wetness. He puts them in his mouth, shutting his eyes on the taste.
I'm frozen to the wall, flushed and sweaty. The air smells like peppermint and sex as he sucks his fingers clean. They leave his mouth a long moment later with apopthat I feel sizzle across my flesh.
"Salted bones and caramel, baby girl," he tells me with a salacious grin. "You're my favorite flavor."
