Shewalksawayasif her words didn’t just light me the fuck on fire.My breath is ragged, chest heaving, every inhale a fight, every exhale burned out from the hit.
I don’t think.
I move.Because there’s no pretending anymore.No holding it back.Not when I’ve already come undone for her a hundred fucking times since she’s been back in my orbit.
She’s halfway down the hall when I catch up.My hand wraps around her arm as I yank her back toward me.
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t fight it.Doesn’t flinch.Like she knew I’d come.
She opens her mouth, but I don’t give her the chance to speak.
My mouth crashes to hers.It’s brutal, hungry, all teeth, heat and fire.
I kiss her to punish her for walking away.To mark her from the inside out.Because fuck pretending.Fuck restraint.It’s the kind of kiss that says, you started this… now fucking feel it.
I press my hips forward, grinding against her, letting her feel exactly what she’s done to me.
My hands thread into her hair, deep, possessive.I feel the silky strands tighten between my knuckles as I wrap my fist in it and yank her head back.Not hard.Just enough to remind her who the fuck she’s dealing with.
Her spine arches slightly, her neck is bare, and fuck, if that doesn’t undo something primal in me.
“I warned you,” I growl, my mouth dragging against her jaw, my grip firm in her hair.“You don’t throw words like that at me and expect me to play nice.”Her pulse pounds at her throat.“You want to push me, baby?Fine.I’ll take it out on you with my cock.”
She gasps, soft, involuntary and it shoots straight to my cock like a goddamn lightning strike.
No hesitation.No filter.Just pure, unfiltered need punching through me, hard and fast.One fucking sound from her, and I’m already on the edge.
I drag my mouth down her neck, teeth sinking in just hard enough to leave a mark, just hard enough to claim her.Her hand fists in my shirt, a desperate grip for control that’s already slipping through her fingers.And she knows it.She’s burning in the same fire she set off in me.
My free hand slides down her back, gripping her ass, hauling her hips hard against mine.She can feel what she’s done to me.The thick length of my cock straining against my jeans, demanding more.Demanding her.
“Say it,” I whisper, biting at her earlobe.“Say you fucking want it.”
Her breath stutters.
I feel it, hear it, right against her throat.That shaky exhale she tries to hide but can’t.It shudders out of her, body straining under the pressure, smart-ass mouth finally catching up to the fire she’s been playing with.
And fuck, I love it.
Love that I’m in control.The way her pride is slipping through her fingers.The way her body presses into mine like it’s not even a choice anymore, but more like it’s instinct.
I bring my mouth to hers, close enough to feel her breath, to taste the heat between us… but I don’t kiss her.I want her trembling for it.Begging.I want her to feel the ache of almost, the burn of everything she can’t have until I say so.
I just stay there, brushing her lips, letting the tension stretch tight between us.
She leans in, just barely, chasing it.Needing more.Chasing the kiss.The fucking kiss I won’t give her.
Her brows pinch, confusion flashing in her eyes for a second, but I see the truth written all over her face.
The need.The want, the desperation.
“Uh-uh,” I murmur, tightening my grip in her hair, pulling her head back slightly so she’s forced to look at me.“You don’t get to start fires and expect me to hand over the match.”
She lets out a soft, frustrated sound.Part breath, part moan… but it only makes me smirk.
“You want my mouth?”I growl, eyes locked on hers.“Then fucking say it.”I grind against her, making sure she feels exactly what I can give her.“Say you want me to fuck you.”
Each word is a dare.
