It lasts about a second before she steps back, and her hand collides with my cheek. My eyes slam shut at the contact, and my dick hardens. She attempts to wiggle from my grasp, but my hands tighten around her waist, keeping her in place.
The sting fades rather quickly, but to be fair, I’m used to fighting, and compared to a grown man’s punch, her slap is a little tap. But that doesn’t mean she gets to get away with it.
“Are you done?” I ask her genuinely, opening my eyes with a blank expression.
She shakes her head from side to side, and I act before she can manage a bratty word, crashing my lips to hers. She fights me for a second, pinching my abdomen with how tightly she’s clenching onto me, but I power through.
She’s a silent statue as I kiss her, telling her how wrong she is between each peck.
“You were never a joke to me.”
Kiss.
Again, she’s frozen.
“Or a game or prize to be won.”
Kiss.
Her grip softens on my torso.
“You areso much morethan that.”
Kiss.
The purse of her lips relaxes.
“And to be clear, I don’t fucking share when it comes to you. My friends were nothing more than support.”
Kiss.
She inhales a breath of need and desire.
Her body is already reacting to me before she lets herself fully melt into my touch.
The second she does and she grants me access, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with abandon.
I need to feel her, bury myself inside of her with no boundaries between us, no secrets. Prove to her what she means to me.
Leaning back, I break the kiss, my hands traveling lower on her body—one finding her hip and the other finding the slit of her dress, a perfect opening.
“You’re still mine, Serena. Every breath. Every emotion. You belong to me, and I, to you, just like before. Maybe evenmorethanthen.” My fingers disappear beneath her dress, and she whimpers, almost a high-pitched exhale, as I brush against her core. “Fucking hell.”
She’s not wearing any panties, and she’s soaking fucking wet, just like I knew she’d be.
“No panties? With a thigh-high slit in your dress?” I growl into her mouth, our lips brushing together. “My dirty little slut.”
I can see the war playing out in her, the push and pull in her eyes and strength in her body.
Should she? Shouldn’t she?
Back and forth.
I’ll help her decide.
I rub my fingers across her clit, and she gasps sharply, her lips parting with a breathy moan.
Her body is begging for me, but just as she starts toopen up even more, her legs falling apart, she stops me dead in my tracks with a single, stern declaration. “No.”
