His hand brushes down over my throat, and he growls against my mouth. “I love how you taste,” he says, a dark whisper. Heat spills through me like lava. My skin burns to feel his touch. I move, rocking against him, and he releases my hands from behind my back and slips his under my ass to lift me onto the kitchen counter.
Josiah pushes my legs apart and stands between them. His mouth moves over mine. My heart races as I thread my fingers up his neck and into his hair. The way he smells is like a drug pulsing through me. I am intoxicated by him.
He feels so good. Every part of him feelstoogood. His body is rigid and strong beneath my touch. I am powerless in his hands. And I love it.
He growls again as he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the kitchen.
Again, my mind screams at me.Stop this. Tell him to put you down.
But it’s too late.
There is a fever so deep inside me…I thought I’d let it go. I thought I’d overcome this craving I had for him. But it’s never left me. It’s never subsided. I pretended to forget the dreams that stole into my thoughts at night. I pretended to ignore the way I would wake up in a sweat with my hand between my legs.
All I did was manage to temporarily numb this craving. To bury it.
Until now.
Josiah walks into his room and drops me onto his bed, standing on the mattress. He grabs the edges of my top and pulls it up over my head. His eyes roam freely over me. I see the darkness of his thoughts, and it sends heat spilling between my legs and flushes my cheeks pink.
He leans close and his lips lock around my nipple as he cups his hand beneath my breast. I groan in pleasure as he teases my nipple into a hard point, flicking his tongue over it.
My nails dig into his shoulders with need and urgency. If I don’t hold on to him, my legs will collapse beneath me. My head is spinning; my body is pulsing.
He grabs my shorts and yanks them off me, pushing me backwards onto the bed. “Fuck,” he growls as his eyes drag over my naked body. I remember this now. I remember how he usedto look at me and make me feel like I was a goddess. Like I was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
He made me feel like I was his entire world.
He grabs my ankles and drags me back towards him as he tugs his pants open while I pull at his shirt. It’s a wild fumble. An urgent, heated struggle.
He tosses his shirt aside and kicks his pants away, then crawls onto the bed. Slipping his hand between my legs and right up against my back, he spreads his palm over my spine, and he lifts me with one arm and moves me to the center of the bed, laying his body over me.
Crushing me.
Smothering me with every inch of his sculpted, muscular form.
He uses his hips to force my legs wide open.
His cock teases my pussy, pushing against it, rubbing, sliding.
I’m soaked, and he can feel it.
Shifting himself, he angles his cock so it’s pressing against my opening. His arms are locked around my back, holding me so tight against him it feels desperate.
He thrusts upwards. Into me.
The pleasure is so astounding it snatches my breath away. My face is pushed against his chest. I am lost beneath his massive form as he thrusts into me again.
And again.
His cock stretches my pussy, forcing me open. Forcing me to take all of him. He pushes deep inside me, possessing me with his entire being.
I claw at his skin, gasping for breath as he fucks me harder and faster.
The intensity is overwhelming.
Everything I’ve been holding back is cut loose.
For a moment, for this moment, I am me again. That girl who dared to believe in love. To believe in fate.
