Her panties were soaked. I teased the delicate skin along the edge of the cotton material, and her hips lifted.
“Yesss,” she hissed, realizing I already knew how to answer the cues she was giving me. My thumb brushed over her, barelya graze with the barrier between us. “It doesn’t mean anything,” she quickly said.
The words hit like barbs directly to my heart. Doesn’t mean anything? I scowled at the idea that this was an empty encounter, that anyone could bring her body to life like this. Slipping my hand into her panties, I pressed a finger to her entrance. Her hips jerked, and I slid through the slick proof of her lies.
My scowl smoothed into a smirk when she arched into my touch. “I disagree.”
At the hitch in her breath, I added more pressure, easing in just the tip of my finger.
“How so?” she asked, groaning.
“This right here.” I pulled out and teased her again before thrusting two fingers inside. “This proves you’re not as indifferent as you pretend to be.” I captured her mouth, eagerly silencing the moans that spilled past her lips as I crooked those fingers until her legs tensed. “You’re so wet for me,” I groaned, adding my thumb to the mix.
I used it to circle her clit as I plunged deeper. She clenched around the intrusion and panted into my kiss. Breaking away, I nibbled along her jaw and down the side of her neck. She tipped her head back to give me better access. Further down I went, sucking her straining nipple into my mouth, shirt and all.
“Oh!” she whimpered.
I relished the silky feel of her, the glazed look in her eyes.
“Look at you,” I hummed, and strummed my thumb across her clit again.
My chest burned with the urge to rip the flimsy scrap of fabric down her legs and take her for myself. I grunted and instead rubbed my dick against her side like a horny teenager.
“Kaiden,” she cried out. “The bond.”
I was in control, no matter how much my dick wished Iwasn’t. The bond was reacting to our heightened arousal and close contact, but nothing would come of it unless I ignored my conscience and crossed that line.
“Shh. Just feel.”
Her legs were long past trembling; they convulsed as she fought to hold back the climax I knew hovered right there. My own loomed heavy and painful with each grind against her. Fuck, I was going to blow in my boxers. I hadn’t done that since…well, since I learned how to control myself.
But this girl threw that control out the window. A couple of well-directed thrusts partnered with the silk of my boxers allowed me to free half my length from its constricting prison. The smooth glide of my head against her skin was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. I doubled down on her clit until she arched, angling her hips so that my fingers raked that spot inside her with each thrust.
“Give it to me,” I demanded.
Her entire body locked as she came, that perfect pussy clenching down on my fingers. I hardly had enough thought to keep them moving as my own climax hit. Pure pleasure raged through my veins and down the bond to meet the bliss racing at me from her side. It was beyond contentment, it was a split-second feeling of perfection.
Of belonging. The warmth of her against me as we caught our breath felt like home. Until she shattered the illusion with more lies.
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
I froze, seconds away from wrapping myself around her to bask in our newfound connection. She couldn’t mean that. But she did. I felt her pulling away and swiftly shut down my side of the bond before she could catch the pain reverberating through me. I pulled my hand away from her and wiped my sticky fingers on her stomach.
“You can handle clean up, right?” I threw out, and rolled off my side of the bed in search of fresh boxers and a little privacy to lick my wounds.
I allowed myself one glance back to see the proof of what she fought so hard to deny. All I saw was a beautiful goddess, splayed out like an indecent lure as she quickly tried to mask her hurt and confusion at my abrupt manner.
Too bad.
I couldn’t nurse my own heart and protect her feelings at the same time. What did it matter anyway?It didn’t mean anything.
“Careful of the stitches as you clean my cum off your side. Tissues are on the nightstand,” I called out, as I stormed into the ensuite and slammed the door.
nineteen
Eryn
Classes resumed with a bang. The teachers didn’t care that their audience hadn’t mentally returned from break. Endless schedules of tests and assignment deadlines rolled out before me until the end of the semester. I didn’t mind. Anything to keep my mind off the turmoil Kaiden was set on drowning me in.
