The sound of my phone slipping from my hand onto the wooden floor barely registered. My fingers tangled in his shirt, clinging as if I could anchor myself in the storm he brought with him, but there was no anchoring, no resisting. There was only this, the desperate clash of mouths, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the terrifying sweetness of knowing that even if tomorrow never came, I would still have chosen this moment.
And in that consuming heat, in that kiss that threatened to undo me entirely, the truth I had fought to bury clawed its way free: I loved him, and there was no turning back.
My lips tingled, my body trembled, my lungs burned with the need to breathe, but still I couldn’t pull away, couldn’t stop clinging to him as though the world outside no longer mattered.Between kisses, his breath broke against my lips, harsh and ragged, each word searing into me.
“Fucking green,” he muttered, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he kissed me harder, deeper. I felt my back dig into the shelf as he pinned me there, reminding me I was his. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, while his hands traveled to my waist, gripping me as though I were his possession.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped against my lips, pressing me into the shelf. “This dress… Do you know what you do to me? I lost my mind when I saw you.”
He nipped at my jaw, kissing down my neck, leaving love bites I’d have to hide later. His voice was gruff and filled with lust.
“You wore this for me, didn’t you? Admit it. You wanted me to see you like this, knowing every fucker in town would die for a chance to look at you, but I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”
I gasped as his hand moved up, grazing the sensitive underside of my breast before pulling back, teasing me. He was in complete control and we both knew it.
“You belong to me, Edwina,” he murmured, close enough for me to taste the desire on his breath. “Mine to ruin, mine to worship, mine to fuck until you forget your own fucking name.”
My thighs clenched helplessly, shame and desire tangling so violently I thought I might collapse beneath the weight of it, my breath ragged, my heart hammering. And still, even through the haze of his filth, I wanted more.
He wasted no time, his hands roaming every inch of me, caressing my curves as if they already belonged to him.
“I crave you, baby. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days,” he growled, nipping at my bottom lip, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress, inching it higher.
I cried out softly, giving in to his touch as he slowly pulled the zipper of my dress down, exposing my feverish skin to him. Thecool air whispered against my heated flesh, making me tremble. He leaned back, appreciating me with a devilish grin. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. “Absolutely perfect.”
He lifted me with ease, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me to a secluded corner, pressing me against the wall, his body covering mine. I moaned, arching into his touch, desperate and yearning for more. Hayden didn’t hesitate. He left a searing trail of kisses down my throat and collarbone, pausing to lavish attention on my aching breasts. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, guiding him closer. He smiled against my skin, his teeth grazing my nipple, eliciting a throaty moan from my lips.
“Please,” I begged, my hips grinding against his. “I need you, Hayden. Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
He chuckled low in his throat, sliding into me achingly slow, stretching me, filling me completely. We both moaned at the exquisite sensation, fitting together perfectly. “You’re mine,” he rasped, thrusting hard and deep, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit. “Tell me, Edwina. Tell me who you belong to.”
I was lost in the overwhelming pleasure, each powerful stroke of his body against mine sending me soaring higher and higher. “Yours,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “I belong to you, Hayden. Only you.”
My words drove him wild, his movements becoming erratic and forceful. He slipped his hand between our bodies, finding my sensitive clit, circling it with his fingers as he continued to thrust into me, his rhythm steady and powerful. “Come for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice like honey, dripping with seduction. “Let go, Edwina. I want to feel your tight pussy clench around me when you come undone.”
His words were my undoing, the rough pad of his thumb working my clit, his cock filling me completely, hitting that sweetspot deep inside me with every roll of his hips. I was climbing, climbing, my nails digging crescents into his back.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his thumb applying more pressure, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder. “Give it to me, Edwina. I want your pleasure, your screams. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
And then I was there, falling over the edge, my body clenching around him, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush as fierce and consuming as a tidal wave. I screamed his name, my head thrown back, my body shuddering with the force of my release.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing himself in the feeling of my climax. “Milk me, baby. Take everything I have to give.”
His words, his touch, the way he moved inside me, drew out my orgasm, wave after wave of blinding pleasure coursing through my veins. With a guttural groan, he followed me, his hips jerking, spilling himself deep within me, claiming me in the most primal way.
We stayed there, wrapped around each other, his forehead resting against mine, our breathing ragged. He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes filled with tenderness and adoration.
The silence after was a different kind of storm, heavy but softened by the rhythm of his breath beneath me. His chest rose and fell, bare and warm under my cheek, his skin still damp with sweat, his body loose in a way I rarely saw. I shifted, reaching for the book I had tossed aside earlier, and settled on top of him, legs draped over his waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The dim light from the lamp cast the words in a faint glow, enough for me to sink back into them, to hide from the dangerous thoughts that always followed when I looked at him too long. His fingers slid into my hair, idly twining the strands,tugging just enough to remind me he was still in control even when he looked so devastatingly at ease. His voice broke the quiet, low and rough, a murmur that vibrated against my ear.
“You are fucking beautiful.”
Heat flared at the tips of my ears, but I refused to lift my gaze from the page. “Don’t,” I whispered, trying to sound unaffected even as my heart fluttered traitorously. “Don’t make me lose my concentration. I’m reading.”
A soft laugh rumbled in his chest beneath me, the sound mocking and amused all at once.
“Reading,” he echoed, drawing the word out as though it were foreign. His fingers tugged another strand of my hair, his mouth curving into a smirk I didn’t need to see to feel. “Really? A book?” He leaned in, his breath grazing my temple. “Since when does a dark romance count as a real book?”
