Now, here she was like a dark dream, as I prepared to cement our bond.
Forced to break away from her mouth, I choked on the rush of air into my lungs. Reaching behind my head, I hastily tugged at my hoodie, drawing it over my head until the jerky movements shed it from my body.
Harlow’s initial spike of fear, which had been prevalent before the kiss, seemed to have resolved itself. A wariness still lingered beneath the surface, perhaps her inner feline assessing if any real danger lingered.
“Corbin,” she whispered my name. The sound of her saying it with the same lips I had just left swollen branded me just as much as her bite had at the festival.
I couldn’t bear for her to finish whatever thoughts were going through her mind. If she rejected me right now, my soul wouldn’t just be crushed, but it would never take flight again.
Stopping any more words from being spoken, I swallowed her down again with my mouth. This time, the kisses were slower, but no less demanding in their urgency. I dragged my hand down the center of her chest, finding where the material lay against the top swell of her breast.
Pulling the fabric down, I exposed one perfectly round tit to the cool air of the room.
Fuck, the way it filled my hand. It was enough to knead, enough that my hips pressed down against hers in appreciation of the smooth skin that gave way to the stiff peak of her nipple. My thumb brushed over the tip several times, delighting at the way it made her body squirm wildly beneath me.
I broke away from her mouth and hungrily lowered my mouth between her cleavage. Growling appreciatively at the sight, I yanked the top of her camisole down even further, disregarding the sound of fabric tearing somewhere at the seams.
My teeth sank into her breast, enough to leave impressions but not break the skin. Maybe one day I’d mark her that way like she had done to me. But tonight, this was about knowing how her body yielded to mine.
A sharp gasp came from her pretty mouth, her handsboth flying to my head and grabbing hold of my long strands. The tugging burned at my scalp, but it only drove me to continue. My mouth now closed over her rosy nipple, sucking while my tongue flicked at the pebbled flesh.
Harlow’s chest rose and fell with her breaths; the whimpers she made were answered by my groans against her skin.
Was there something the fuck wrong with me? Maybe, but I didn’t care. Cause everything about her wasright.
“Please, Corbin. Just—” she moaned mid-beg as I dragged my teeth over her tight little peak, “—fuck.”
Releasing her breast, I looked up at her to see pupils enlarged enough to eclipse the mossy green hues. Still, I could see how the heady feeling of our souls speaking to one another was weighing on her. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip.
“Stop fighting it.” My words designed to encourage, not to demand. “Let whatever this is take hold. Just let go, for me.”
The power arcing between us was designed to consume in order to grow, not to destroy. Sometimes, even flames burned to salvage something beautiful.
She drew in a shaky breath, releasing her grip on my hair to tangle in her own. “I’m trying.”
My gaze was locked on hers as I pushed back onto my heels. I stripped out of the T-shirt that had been under my hoodie, leaving me bare-chested before her.
“Listen to what is calling to you, not what your mind is limiting you to.”
I lowered myself down on top of her again, this time my hand hiking her leg up until it wrapped around my waist.
Rocking my hips against her center, the unforgiving heat of her core could be felt despite the layers of clothing preventing the contact that I desired more than life itself. The bulge of my cock sought more friction, communicating my unmistakable intent.
Her breath hitched on a moan that slipped out.
Lowering my lips onto hers, I tasted the temptation on her tongue now. She was coming around to letting fate rightfully take its reins.
Whispering against her lips, I confessed the dark thoughts swirling around inside my head. “You know what calls to me?”
I paused to make sure I had her attention with another slow roll of my hips against her parted thighs.
My voice dipped lower, using a tone that sounded like honey dripping over gravel. “Splitting you open on my cock until you strangle it into submission.”
Let her think on that while I struck like lightning along the shore—quick, scorching, and expansive. I claimed her mouth again, this time pairing my tongue’s movements with those of my hips. Each filthy grind of my confined cock against her core had me groaning in sensual torture.
The strangled sounds she made into the kiss were fuelto my fire. There was no rational thinking. My hands went to work over her body. I found the weak seam in her camisole that had already been compromised, further ripping it until it was nothing but a useless scrap.
Pulling away, I stared down at those perfect breasts below me, now fully exposed. God, she was so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t wait another second; I needed to feel just how beautiful she was when she took every inch of my cock.
