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“Look at me.” I raise my gaze to his, and the air sticks in my lungs when our eyes meet as the blazing fire in them threatens to burn me. “Eleven months and five days ago. That was when I saw you for the first time.”
Warmth washes over me, and my hold on his shirt tightens while I tilt my head back because the deep possessiveness and need coat his voice akin to metallic chains wrapping around me and dragging me toward the darkness from where there is no escape.
As my desire and lust for this man promises nothing but agony in the future.
“Why are you telling me this?”
He settles his palm on my collarbone, and everything goes still around me as he slowly skates it upward until it circles my throat, and he tips my chin up. He leans closer, our breaths mingling. “I haven’t touched, looked, or thought about another woman ever since.”
He slams his mouth on mine, trapping my surprised gasp, and his tongue delves inside.
Everything around me becomes still, the world shatters and life as I knew it ends and something new, exciting, and dangerous begins.
I should be afraid, but I don’t care.
A moan echoes in my throat when he tips my chin up, his tongue sinking deeper and roaming inside my mouth, exploring the new unconquered territory and seeking mine.
A kiss that’s a statement on its own as it brands me and stakes the claims where it shouldn’t. It has the power to destroy me because my insides burn and yearn for one man only.
Him.
He presses me harder into the window, growling into the kiss when his thumb pushes at my chin, opening me wider for his passionate strokes while his kiss becomes more bruising and yet it sends pleasure into every cell in my body.
No one ever kissed me the way he does, as if warning everyone that I’m taken and no one should dare to come close to me because only he exists for me. The possessive glides of his tongue along with his strong grip on my neck let me know he won’t ever share what he considers his, and to him I’m his.
At least for now.
My heart pangs painfully at it, the idea of him changing his mind hurting and confusing me at the same time because I shouldn’t be so attached to a stranger.
A man I barely know even if my body ignites in his presence.
Right in this moment, when he owns my mouth like it’s his given right and he’d kill anyone who thinks otherwise as his dominating thrusts claim every inch of me, I can’t help but love it.
Love the idea of being his.
Even for a moment in time.
It should be forbidden to be this enchanted by a man who does his best to avoid you, a fact that’s hard to remember when his hard muscles dig into my curves and his frame makes me feel fragile and small next to me. This adds to the desire slowly polluting my mind.
Because I’ve never felt this protected or cherish in my entire life and such thoughts are insane so I grip his shirt tighter, pulling him to me, and angle my head for better access which earns me a groan from him. He continues to own my mouth in the most primal way.
If someone told me kissing could be this good, I would have tried dating harder but revulsion rushes through just from the idea.
Somehow despite how stupid such thoughts are…I know. I know that only he can inspire such emotions within me.
His free hand lands on my hips, his fingers digging hard into me, and I gasp, only to moan when he pushes his pelvis into mine, his hard-on brushing over me center while hot flashes blaze all over me, awakening every hair on my body.
The thick bulge makes my core wet, just imaging what he can do with it, and his demanding grip speaks about control he wishes to have even here, and the worst and best part about it?
I’ll gladly give it to him as long as it ensures the pleasure he promises me with his endless kisses.
“I told you to stay away from me,” he says gruffly when he tears his mouth away, both of us gulping for breath. His lips skim down my throat, breaking goose bumps on my flesh. “You’re temptation and beauty wrapped in one, how the fuck could I ever resist you?” he whispers, and the fire grows in the pit of my stomach while a blush mars my cheeks because his words bring me joy and it transforms into lust, demanding one outlet.
To be taken by this man on the nearest available flat surface.
He inhales my scent when he reaches my shoulders, rocking his hips back, only to drive into me again, and I gasp when he scrapes his teeth over it before sucking on it hard, probably marking me.
I should be outraged at the possibility of him leaving hickeys on my skin, instead I just arch my neck, exposing myself to him while he has his fill. Thousands of tickling sensations wash over me combined with the clenching of my core creating a frenzy, begging me to find relief before I burst in his arms.
