His eyes darken to molten sapphire, and he rocks his hips against my leg, making me grin.
“You said I’m yours,” I tell him. “But you barely even know me.”
“You became mine the second our eyes met,” he says. “But if you want that asshole instead, then I gotta know now, because if I find you with him after you’ve told me otherwise, then it won’t end well.” He smirks, and a piercing chill runs down my already cold spine. “Both for you,andfor him.”
I briefly run my eyes over his frame, then meet his gaze. “Well, Gavin has a cock that drives meperfectlymad with desire…” I muse, then brush the back of my fingers over his smooth jaw. “But he doesn’t make me half as wet as you do, so I guess you have your answer.”
He laughs, and the sound is so rich that it brings a smile to my face.
He notices it, and brings his arms down before sliding his fingers into my hair. He then tugs at it coarsely and roughly presses his lips to mine, and Christ, he feels so good when he pushes himself against me.
I fist his vest and pull him close as I open up for him. He tastes a little stale – like a blend of coffee and cigarette – but it’s perfect; it worksjustfine for me.
His slightly chapped lips glide over mine, and he traces the tip of his tongue over my teeth, which makes me grin.
Our mouths close around each other’s, and he sucks on my bottom lip before biting down hard on it.
I moan and pull him closer, and when his balmy breaths fan my right cheek as he exhales, I cup the sides of his neck and slide my tongue over his.
His hold on my hair tightens, and he pushes his groin against my stomach as our lips continue to move unabashedly, desperately.
Kissing Dorran is like walking on sea. There’s an inevitable fear of drowning involved, along with a frantic hope for a torrent to all but consume you. It’s a feeling so contradictory that it’s naturally impossible not to get addicted to it.
And Lord, am I addicted to it.
He breaks the kiss, and every part of me aches at the small distance it creates between us. He then loosens his grip on my hair and pulls his hands away, and the sharp pricks that course through my scalp at that, make me shiver a little.
I drop my arms to my sides and try to clear the fog from my dizzy head, and that’s when I realize we’re both panting.
I have no fucking idea what this thing between us even is, but what Idoknow is that it’s alive; that it’sbreathing.
And it’s as real as the heart that’s currently beating madly inside my chest.
God, I amsofucked.
Dorran gives me a once-over, then cants his head to the side. “You’re so damn ethereal, Little Swan,” he says. “Even the clouded darkness fails to hide your fierce beauty.” He comes closer and begins to run the tip of his switchblade from my shoulder, all the way down to my arm, and then back up again. “Just look at you,” he hisses, then meets my eyes. “Fuckinglookat you. So cruel…” He leans in and places an open-mouthed kiss on the space below my left ear. “So cruel,” he repeats. “Stealing my breath like this; making me question my fucking morals.” He sucks on the skin he’d kissed, and my eyes flutter shut.
“Dorran…”
He chuckles against my ear, then moves back to look down at me. “Take those shorts off – for real this time.”
I slide my thumbs under my shorts’ waistband and quickly push them down.
“Good,” he says, then glances between my legs.
I squeeze my thighs together, but that doesn’t help in dimming the ache I feel.
He briefly runs his fingers over the patch of dark hair above my pussy. “Straddle the railing, Cignette.”
I blink as I process his words, but when he doesn’t say anything else, and instead waits for me to obey his command, I frown and ask, “What?”
He gives me a slightly exasperated look. “The railing, Cignette – straddle it.Now.” The way he emphasizes that last word, makes me swallow.
“But it’s wet,” I object. “And slippery.”
Dorran leans sideways against the railing in question, and folds his arms across his chest.
“Not to sound absolutely juvenile right now,” he begins, then grins, “but so areyou.”
