This is too much, yet not fucking enough.
He yanks my shirt, and his fingers claw under it like he needs skin fast. He pulls back for a second.
We just stare at each other. There's terror there.
In his eyes, in mine.
We both know what this means. What it could cost. How fast it could all blow up in our faces.
But there's something else too.
Want.
"We really shouldn't..." he starts. "I know," I say.
But then I kiss him again. Because yeah, they might kill us if they find out.
Yeah, this might ruin everything.
But right now? Our desire is bigger than our fear.
I grab his jaw, tilt his head, kiss him harder. Sloppier. I don't care what this means. I don't care what happens next. I just want him.
I fucking need him. Right now. Right here.
Fuck the consequences. Let them burn.
I break the kiss, panting, forehead to his.
He's wrecked already. His lips are red. He looks at me like he doesn't know whether to hit me or kiss me again. So I kiss him again. Harder.
Because this is happening.
Because I don't care if it ruins everything.
Because I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my fucking life. And I'm not stopping. Not now. Not ever.
He pulls my hair. I groan. It hurts. I want more. "You want me," I whisper.
"No."
"Liar." I suck a bruise into his neck. He gasps. Arching. I'm obsessed. Sick with it. I want him. He's so hard.
I smile against his skin. "You hate me, huh?"
"So much," he whispers.
I press my palm between his legs.
"Then why are you so fucking hard for me?"
He whimpers. Just a little.
And I lose it.
I don't want to kiss him. I want to eat him.
He flips me. Fast.
