Suck.
My body jolts, overstimulated and undone, but I still don’t stop him.
“I’ll make you feel so good, baby. I swear I’ll have you moaning like that every fucking day. Whatever you want, whenever you want it.I’ll be everything for you. Just—fuck—just let me.”
Kiss.
“Please let me love you,” he pleads, and my heart cracks straight down the center.
I don’t answer him.
I can’t let myself blur the lines, not with Phoenix.
Not sex and feelings.
Not him and my heart.
I have to keep them separate, or at least pretend I can.
I try to create some distance and start to wiggle my skirt down, but Phoenix is on his feet before it even hits my hips. His hands snap out, gripping my waist like steel cuffs.
His eyes shift from what I know to be his warped version of love to something darker and far more territorial.
“Don’t.” I try to move, but he holds my body still. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
He feels my need to pull back. I know he does. I can see it in the panic written all over his face.
“I was good for you, so stop running from me.”
One hand leaves my waist, and I watch, completely frozen, as he slides his middle finger between his lips before sinking it inside me. My body jerks, oversensitive and raw, and a broken moan tears from my throat.
“Phoenix, I can’t?—”
“You can.” His other hand slides up to grip my jaw, his fingers spreading across my cheek as he forces my face to meet his. “And you fucking will because I’m not done with you yet.”
His eyes are wild. Unhinged. Like a man who hasn’t eaten in years and suddenly found the one thing he was built to feast on.
“Holy… fuck, Shannen.”
He wrenches his finger free, sucking on it slowly before slidingtwo fingers back inside, pushing deeper, harder. My hips buck so violently I almost slip right off the desk.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” He pants, his forehead now pressed to mine. “Dreamed of being inside you… feeling you… fucking you… getting you to scream your lungs out while I fill you any way you’ll let me.”
His fingers curl, pumping in and out, slow at first, testing, learning, and getting used to the way my body melts for him.
I throw my head back when his fingers graze there—that exploding, blinding spot that makes the whole universe split open behind my eyes.
“Is that it?” he murmurs, already knowing he’s about ten seconds away from sending my soul ricocheting out of my body.
“Don’t stop.”
But of course the asshole does.
His breath is hot against my skin, his fingers slowing until the ache becomes unbearable.
“I hate being edged, Phoenix.”
“Good,” he whispers, keeping his fingers buried deep, stilling just enough to make me tremble. “You know what I hate? Being denied. My fingers in your cunt are good enough, but my heart isn’t?” He tsks softly, his silver gaze pinning me in place. “You realize how shitty that is? I offer you every piece of me, and you keep lying to both of us, pretending you don’t want it. That’s just cruel, baby.”
