He tilts his face, angling away, breathing raggedly.
“Shadow,” I whisper, pleading, begging.
I kiss the side of his mouth, his nose, his chin, bathing him in kisses until he finally comes back to me.
Chapter 13
Fawnie
This time, there’s nothing hesitant about the pressure of the kiss. His hand tightens around my waist, drawing me in tightly against him.
I whimper, tracing his lower lip with my tongue and then the other. I lick that smudge of icing away from the corner of his mouth. All of him tastes like rich dark chocolate. He groans when my tongue slips inside his mouth, stroking his. His hand glides into my hair, fingers tugging and burying, tangling in the strands. I rest one trembling hand against the back of his head, over his buzzed hair, while the other falls to rest lightly on his shoulder.
He backs me up a step, driving me against the wall. I take him with me, opening myself up to offer him the protection that he should have had all his life and has never properly found.
I finally get why all those people in all those stories do half the dumb shit they do. Why they burn the world, fuck all the consequences, why they deny their upbringing, forsake their birthright, cause wars and bring down empires. I’d do all of it and more if I could bring this man even a moment of true happiness.
The full length of his body crushes against me. I press back even though I’m trapped, spreading my legs around his, welcoming him. His hard cock, trapped in his jeans, digs into my belly. My body floods with heat, with want, with a desire so feral that I can’t think of anything else except how good it would feelto have him on top of me, pressing inside of me, filling me with his thickness.
I angle my face, rocking my hips against him. He’s so much taller than me that it’s impossible for me to get any friction where I need it most. The frustration rises, the heat surging to my brain and down to my toes, all of it gathering back at my center. Butterflies explode in my belly, followed by a spark shower that detonates an explosion of lust. It all pools between my legs. My hands turn into claws, but I leave them that way, bracketing his shoulder and the back of his neck, not digging in.
The kiss becomes a torturous thing, with me biting and nipping his lips, and his wild response in kind. His tongue strokes mine, withdrawing, filling me again, fucking my mouth. All I can do is rock between him and the wall, grind against his hard thigh, and kiss him back until I could explode from all the blood rushing straight between my legs. The pounding is so strong that it might as well be a second heartbeat, the only one keeping me alive.
He tears his mouth from mine, gulping down air, his massive chest expanding, rising and falling beneath my hand. He’s struggling, fighting himself and the demons in his head. I don’t want him to do it alone.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, then louder and more despairing. “Fuck.”
“Shadow,” I choke, my throat raw with emotion. I want to tell him it’s okay, but I know it’s not.
I guide his face to mine instead, meaning to give him some words of comfort. His hand slams into the wall right beside my shoulder. He curls his hand into a fist, but flattens it almost immediately.
His head stays bowed for a moment while his shoulders heave. When he raises it, I don’t have time to find his eyes or offer him platitudes. His mouth claims mine, kissing the unspoken words right from me. I feed him them silently from my tongue, giving him my breath, my hope, all the goodness I have in me because ofhim. Because he gave me this moment and every other I’ve had since I was sixteen.
“I want to hold onto you,” I say between kissing him.
“Do it.” His hand leaves the wall and my shoulder. Both wrap around my waist. He hoists me up, driving me into the wall as my legs wrap around his wet hips.
“I’m hurting you,” I protest.
“Don’t care.” He bruises my lips with a kiss, but then at last, gives me something. “I hurt myself every day just by living. This is good pain. I want it. Do it.”
I grasp his shoulders with both hands and tighten my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass.
A hiss of breath escapes him, and I swear, I’ve never been so sorry for anything in my life than for causing him to hurt, but in the next instant, his mouth is on mine again, devouring me greedily and roughly. He’s all lips, tongue, and teeth. Furious panting and the hard muscles of his body straining against me. I let him spend his passion like furious waves against the shore.
His cock behind the fly of his jeans is now nestled right against my clit, and every single movement sends fissures of pleasure screaming through me.
I kiss him back, half messy, half desperate, wholly imperfect, but he doesn’t care. The pleasure of feeling his muscles bunched beneath my hands, his passion barelyrestrained, his huge, powerful body wrapped all around mine, his cock throbbing right against me, nearly makes me black out.
He eats at my mouth desperately, lapping at me like he’s trying to crawl under my skin, and fuck me, I want to let him. Inside of me. Around me. Consuming me. He’s my ghost and my savior, my hero and my protector, my dream and above all, if he’s just human, then he’smyhuman. I’ve never wanted to belong to someone so badly in my life.
His hand slips behind my head to protect me from hitting the wall too hard as he drives me back with the forceful kiss.
I arch against him, wriggling my hips, the seams of our clothing biting in between us. I’m not wearing a bra under my tank top. My nipples are beaded so hard that when I ram my chest against his, whimpering at the fissures of agony fueled pleasure that arrow straight between my legs.
When he sucks my tongue into his mouth, over and over again, I’m lost.
I imagine him feasting between my legs, getting me ready to take his cock, then splitting me open on it. I want him inside of me so badly that I’m going to die from it. I want to kiss his cock like I’m kissing his mouth. I’d love to be on my knees for him, naked, his hand rough in my hair while he drives into me. I’d love it so much that I know I’d make a mess all over his leg as I ground down against him, trying to get off while I take him down my throat.
