"Not here," he breathed. "Come with me."
He took my hand and led me across the quad.
His room was dark.
He didn't bother with the lights. Just pulled me inside, kicked the door shut behind us, and pressed me against it.
"Tell me to stop," he said, his mouth hovering over mine. "If you need me to stop, tell me."
"Don't stop."
He kissed me again. Harder this time. His hands found my waist, lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him automatically. The new angle pressed our bodies together, his hardness grinding against my center.
I gasped.
"I've got you." He carried me to the bed, laid me down, covered my body with his. "Let me take care of you."
"James—"
"Shh." His mouth trailed down my neck. "Let me worship you."
He peeled my shirt over my head. Unhooked my bra with practiced fingers. His eyes darkened as he looked at me, sprawled beneath him in the dim light.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking beautiful."
His mouth found my breast.
I arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders. His tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing it to a peak before sucking gently. The sensation shot straight to my core.
"More," I breathed.
He gave me more.
His hand slid down my stomach, past the waistband of my jeans. He didn't bother unfastening them—just slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, beneath the lace of my underwear, and found me.
"Soaking," he groaned against my breast. "Already so wet for me."
His fingers stroked through my folds. Slow. Deliberate. Learning me all over again even though he already knew every inch.
"Please." I didn't recognize my own voice.
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Need more."
He did.
Two fingers slid inside me, curling to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. His thumb found my clit, circling in time with his thrusts.
"That's it." His voice was rough. Wrecked. "Let go. I want to feel you come apart."
I was already there.
The tension that had been building—the stress, the fear, the overwhelming feeling of being something other than human—it all crested and shattered. I came with his name on my lips, my body clenching around his fingers.
He worked me through it. Didn't stop until I was trembling and oversensitive, pushing weakly at his hand.
"Good girl." He withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth. Licked them clean while I watched, my breath still ragged. "Delicious."
