Her fingers curl into the sheets, her breath trembling.
“Yes, Malcolm.”
The sound of her voice, obedient and wanting, hits me hard enough to make my hands shake.
Reaching between her thighs, I run my hand along her slit, pushing two fingers inside her wetness.
“Fuck,” she hisses, burying her face in the blanket. I pump my fingers in a steady rhythm, trailing kisses along her hips and ass cheeks. She’s so hot, slick, and pulsing with need that it makes me fucking dizzy. Seeing her like this, trusting me with her vulnerability is almost more than I can handle.
“Go lie down on your back,” I tell her, eager to feel her skin on mine.
Crawling up the bed, she settles against the pillows, eyes fixed on me like she’s bracing for impact. I move back just enough to breathe, to get a grip before I lose every ounce of control I’ve been clinging to.
Reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt, I rip it over my head in one motion, tossing it aside. My boots hit the floor next, her eyes flashing in anticipation. Metal clinks as I drag my belt loose, dropping it to the floor. There’s no finesse, no teasing. Just stripping down because I need her against me right now.
Climbing onto the bed, the mattress dips under my weight as I hover over her. My hands cage her in, my body blocking out everything but us.
Her breath stutters, the bedside lamp, catching every change in those gorgeous brown eyes. Part of me wants to take this slow, savor every inch of her, feel her shatter into pieces from my tongue. But then there’s the part that wants to take her savagely take her pain away.
I lower myself, settling fully over her, pinning her hips.
“Focus on me, Lolo. I got you.”
“Okay,” she says, tears pooling in her eyes. Her gaze locks on me like I’m the only thing keeping her from unraveling.
And when my mouth finds her jaw, slow and deliberate, she lets out a sound I feel all the way down my spine.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “Let it out.”
Her body trembles, hands clutching at my shoulders like she’s barely holding herself together. Lowering my lips to hers, I kiss her gently, one last reprieve before I give her what she’s asking for.
Her hands slide up my back, pulling me closer as I press my forehead to hers. Just for a beat. Just long enough to feel her breathe with me. Because no matter what she says this is, we have history, connection, and pain. There’s no way to keep our feelings on the surface. No way that this is a onetime thing. This will change our relationship into something I’m not ready to name, but I’m never letting her go.
“No running,” I whisper. “No hiding. Tonight, you’re right here… with me.”
She nods, breath shaky, eyes locked on mine.
Then I claim her mouth… hard, hungry, claiming. Our tongues violently clash, and I can no longer hold on.
“Please… fuck… Lolo, tell me you’re on the pill.”
She smiles up at me, slow and wicked. “I’m on the pill, Malcolm. Don’t hold back.”
My control doesn’t just break… it annihilates. I’m past the edge, chasing her into the dark with nothing left to hold onto. I slam into her, hard, deep, like I’m trying to tear her open and crawl inside. I need to be buried in her, lost in her, consumed until there’s nothing left but heat and skin and the sound of her whispering my name. She’s all I feel. All I see. All I fucking need… and I’d burn the world to keep her wrapped around me.
She writhes beneath me, slick and demanding, and I swear she’s splitting me open with every grind of her hips. I don’t losecontrol, I offer it, panting, desperate. Rip it from my own hands and drop it at her feet. Let her wear it. Let her own every inch of me.
There’s no world beyond Londyn. No past. No future. Just the fever she planted in my soul. And I’ll burn every piece of myself just to keep this high, this hunger, this hell she made mine.
Because she isn’t just my weakness. She’s the addiction I feed. And I’ll keep chasing the fallout she brings, even if it kills me.
SIXTEEN
NIGHTMARE
She’squiet against me now, breathing even, finally settled. But my head’s a wreck. The way she gave in, the way her body fits against me like she belongs here, has my head fucked up. I swore I’d keep my distance, keep lines clear, keep her safe without touching her like this.
Yeah. That went to shit fast.
