Riley
Iwant him to take away my madness, give me back my rationality. I want him to make me forget, to block out my memories, to take everything I have left and clear out my soul.
I want him to take what can’t be anything but his.
My last words seem to move him. His eyes go darker. They dig, they empty and then fill back up again.
Ian grabs my hips and lifts me up, sitting me on the kitchen counter. Then he stops, lowering his hands next to my body and hanging his head.
He’s defeated. He’s fighting himself just like I have been all night, before breaking down and coming here.
But after believing that he could want another woman, after imagining his hands all over someone else, I really thought I was going to lose my mind.
I had to have him.
He slowly lifts his head and when he looks at me that weight that I had on my chest lightens, allowing me to breathe again. He comes towards my face and sighs onto my lips.
I sigh too, in anticipation and pure excitement; because I want him.
Right now.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and I let out a suffering moan that ignites his uncontrollable desire. He grabs my arse cheeks and slides me forward, to the edge of the counter, pushing his body against mine. I wrap my legs around him and squeeze, half afraid he might change his mind and try to run away from this inevitable disaster.
He and I are a mistake.
Unforgivable and destructive.
But I want to be destroyed. And I want him to be the one to do it.
“Riley…” he growls into my mouth. “God…Riley.”
He rubs his face against my neck. The heat of his tongue runs over my skin, and then his teeth bite down.
Leaving their mark.
Ian is marking his territory.
I let my head fall backwards and allow him to mark me, write his name on my skin, and I feel an excitement I’ve never felt before flame up between my legs.
I have never felt this wanted in my life.
He climbs up my neck to my earlobe.
He bites me again.
He licks me. Hurts me.
Then cures me.
He’s my destroyer and my saviour.
I turn my head slightly to welcome his lips, which capture me in a possessive and hungry kiss; I give in without hesitation.
He pulls away suddenly, and as I gasp for air, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, throwing it to the floor.
He looks at me a few seconds as I watch his chest heave up and down, then he submerges his head between my breasts and squeezes them hard with his big hands.
He bites me again, this time harder.
