It was a plea.
A promise.
A warning.
I looked up at him. As my breath hitched.
His hand lifted slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my face like it was sacred.
His fingers skimmed my jaw, soft and reverent, but his eyes—God, his eyes were dark with something feral.
And then he kissed me.
Not soft.
Not careful.
It was heat and teeth and breathless fire, his hands threading into my hair as I pulled him in like I couldn’t get him close enough.
His mouth was desperate against mine, all tension and want, the kind of kiss that cracked something wide open inside me.
I gasped against him as his hands roamed down, gripping my waist like he could anchor himself to me.
When we broke apart, it was only because we had to breathe.
But the second we did, he looked at me again—like he was falling, like he didn’t care what it cost—and we crashed back together.
I don’t remember moving.
Didn’t remember how my back hit the alley wall or how his jacket landed somewhere near the ground.
All I knew was the sound of his breath against my neck, the way his fingers dragged slowly down my thigh, lifting the slit of my dress higher.
I whispered his name, half-lost.
He growled mine against my skin, his voice thick with need. “Tell me to stop.”
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Because I wanted this.Neededthis.
He looked into my eyes again and I felt my heart come alive. I pulled him back into a kiss and he snapped.
“Fuck”
He said against my lips, he kissed me with urgency and unyielding strength. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his knee make its way between my legs, I felt how wet I had become just from him kissing me.
“Sunshine, I’m about to lose it.”
I smile and turn slowly around not breaking our kiss, I push my ass against his growing member, and he lets out a low growl. Then I heard it. He undoes his buckle and lets his cock spring free; I gasped at the size.
“It’s not going to fit.”
I say reaching behind me feeling it throb in my hand.
“Sunshine, I’ll make it fit.”
