His hands fall away. His chest heaves. “You still think about them. Abouthim.”
“And you’re still trying to own me,” I snap.
We stare each other down, both of us shaking. I don’t know who moves first, but the next thing I know, we’re back on each other. Lips clashing, tongues tangling, hands grasping.
He growls in my mouth and lifts me by my thighs, forcing me to hang onto him. He walks with me, and I don’t even care where we’re going. He could take me anywhere and I would let him.
The next thing I know, I’m dumped unceremoniously on the bed. His bed. I pant, trying to catch my breath while he stands over me.
“Do you remember what I told you, Honey? At that stupid Halloween party?”
How could I forget? I momentarily get lost in the memory…
“Are you dripping for me right now?”
He teases his lips over mine, once more. No matter how badly I want to, I can’t close the distance. His firm grip on the back of my neck keeps me still, and I whimper in frustration when he pulls back again instead of giving me what I want.
I look down and watch, mesmerized, as he rubs one of his knuckles up the center of my panties, slow and sure. My whole body shudders at his touch, but it’s from pure pleasure.
“Oh, Honey,” he murmurs, eyes dark. “These are soaked.”
I’m still entranced as he brings that knuckle to his nose and inhales deep. His eyes flutter closed for a second, and then open. Blazing.
“Fuck!” he growls, voice low and wrecked. “One of these days, I’m gonna lay you out and keep you open for me. Tongue-drunk and shaking, until I’ve branded myself into every inch of you. I won’t stop until I know every breath, every moan, every twitch of your body until it’s carved permanently into my flesh. Soaked into my blood. Burned into my fucking soul.”
I shiver at the memory.
He smirks.
“It’s time for me to collect.”
“Wait.” I hold up a hand and he freezes.
“You were the one who said you couldn’t handle this. You told me you couldn’t handle them.”
Something unreadable flashes across his face, before his hands are back on me.
“I was wrong.”
My brows shoot up my forehead.
“The only thing I can’t handle, is not being yours.”
I’m in shock as he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing my thin night gown with them. When he reaches the barely there lace thong, he grunts.
“I knew you would look delicious in these.”
Before I can say anything, he rips both sides off of me. Like a caveman. My mouth is still hanging open when he brings them to his nose and inhales. Deeply.
“Fuckkkk,” his whole body trembles, like an animal catching the scent of pray.
His eyes flash. He growls. “Spread yourself.”
I’m shaking. Half from fear, half from want. I’ve imagined this moment so many times, but nothing holds a candle to the real thing.
I do as he asks, and bare myself to him. I show my psycho my soul. He owns a part of it, and I still don’t understand why.
“Mmm,” he runs a finger along his bottom lip. “Honey… I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
