“There is nowhere you can go in this life or any other that I won’t find you, little fire. Go ahead and run, but remember that somehow, you will always come full circle and smack right back into me,” he growls, stepping into me, polluting my space with him. “because this isn’t what you want.”
“There is a difference between want and need,” I snap back as I turn around towards the closet and grab my clothes.
“Tell me, Sunny. Tell me there is a way this works. Tell me there is a version where there is nothing standing in our way. Tell me there is me and you somehow finding a way to find a place to put all this fucking want. Tell me there is a way for us to build alife together. Tell me there is a way I can change your mind,” he chokes.
I spin around to face him, so filled with anger. “Nothing would ever change my mind.” Then I turn back around, walking into the closet.
I feel his hand grip the back of my neck again, yanking me to him and making me face those heated, lethal emeralds.
“Then I will change your mind,” he says, crushing me to his lips.
CHAPTER NINETY
SUNNY
I pushhim back and slap him across the face, but something primal switches in him. Within seconds, our bodies are molded to one another again. It’s hard to know who even initiated it, but all I know is there’s something in our DNA that refuses to let us stop this cycle.
That kindles the fire within my soul and lights up his darkness. That’s all we’ve been. He is the darkness, me the fire, and our only existence is to enhance one another.
He lets out a groan as he curls an arm around my waist, hoisting me onto him and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrap around him, and I press into the hardness filling his pants.
With a shudder, he slams my back against the wall and places me on the shelf of the closet. One moment my shirt is on and the next it’s off.
“Tyler–” I breathe.
“Don’t speak, just do.” He peels his shirt off, exposing the artwork of scars across his body.
Everything is fervent and rushed. From the way he rips my pants off to the way my fumbling hands pull his sweats down.Then all at once, we’re both completely naked in this closet, somehow. We both know we shouldn’t, yet we don’t stop.
I almost second guess this decision, but he doesn’t give me much time to decide because he wraps his arm around my waist again, lifting me onto him as he slides inside me.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he enters me. Admiring the scent that I can only get so close, savoring it one last time.
“Tyler…I don’t know–”
He grabs my face, “Yes, you do, Sunny. Your body knows mine.”
Frustration has me digging my nails into his back, and biting his lip so hard it bruises.
He gives my thigh a slap while his other arm tightens around me. “Open up for me, baby.”
Leaning my head back against the wall behind me, he kisses the column on my neck and tongues the scar there, the one we will share forever.
Nothing about this is gentle. Each of his thrusts grows wilder and deeper, making items fall from the shelf above us. As much as I know I should stop this, I fear we are already too late.
So, I divulge.
“Tyler…Tyler, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I say, already feeling myself crescendo to the edge with a series of moans and claw marks across his back.
“Fuck, baby, I’d never dream of it.”
Something about my words drives him unhinged. With my back against the wall and him leaning into me, there is nowhere to go and nothing to do, but take everything he’s giving me. His arm tightens around me, the other slapping against the wall to steady himself. Nips, bites, bruised lips, and claw marks.
There is no beginning or end. We’re one as we become a tangle of fire and darkness.
Sweat sheens across both our skin, giving me all the bestangles of his perfectly carved muscles that work in congruence to please me. He removes a hand from the wall and grabs my thigh, unlocking my legs so I’m open for him.
Through the chaos, his hand grips the back of my neck, pressing our foreheads together.
