He’s shaking too as he enters me, as if he couldn’t bear waiting a second longer. He yanks his shirt over his head with one hand as he uses the other to feed his cock into me, throwing it aside. His face is desperate, twisted with need, and my legs wrap around his hips as I lean back, looking up at him as he starts to fuck me.
It was slow before, but now it’s not. Now he takes me hard and fast, as if he waited as long as he could to unleash his desire, and it drives me wild. I clench around him, and he lets out a ragged groan, bracing one hand against the wall behind us as he starts to thrust faster.
"Mine," he says, his voice rough. "Say it. Say you're mine."
I should refuse. I should remind him that I'm engaged, that I belong to someone else, that this is temporary. But I can’t say it.Not with his cock inside of me, my arousal glistening on his lips, the scent of our mingled desire hot in the small room.
Instead, I hear myself whisper: "Yours. I'm yours."
The words seem to break something in him. He moves faster, deeper, his control slipping. "I'll never let you go," he says against my neck. "Never. You understand? You're mine now."
The words terrify me—the possessiveness, the complete lack of boundaries.
They also make me come again for him, clenching around him, crying out his name. He follows seconds later, and I feel him throb inside of me, filling me. I feel a drop of his cum leak down my thigh even as he keeps thrusting, fucking me through his orgasm, refusing to stop until he absolutely has to.
His forehead presses against mine, and for a moment, we’re both breathing hard, sharing oxygen, sharing everything.
"This was the last time," I say again, but the words sound hollow.
"Okay," he says, but his arm tightens around me.
Neither of us believes it.
—
It's notthe last time.
The next day, I run into him at the library. He's in the ancient history section, and when he sees me, his gaze darkens almost to black, full of a hungry, possessive need that weakens my knees instantly.
"Savannah." He almost growls my name, as if he wasn’t just inside of me yesterday. As if it’s been years since he’s had me.
"Romeo. I didn't know you'd be here." My voice is a breathless gasp, giving me away completely. I see his expressionturn hungrier, and he prowls toward me, making my lungs tighten in my chest.
We're alone in this section. The stacks tower around us, creating a maze of privacy, but we’re far from complete privacy. This section doesn’t get much traffic, but it’s not impossible that it could.
We could get caught. Expelled. Someone could catch us, and it could get back to Thad or my father.
Romeo angles himself toward me, backing me against one of the shelves. I’m wearing a dress, and his hand fists in the material, pushing it up as his mouth lands on my neck, biting and sucking lightly, turning me into a melted puddle of lust.
"We can't," I whisper desperately, but I clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
"I know,” he breathes against my throat.
"This has to stop?—”
"I know."
"Romeo—" My voice is a high whine of arousal, whispered against his ear. He kisses me, pressing me back against the shelves, and I'm lost again.
He lifts me up, and my legs go around his waist. I feel him free himself in a few quick movements of his hand, and then he pushes my panties aside, thrusting into me as I bite my lip to keep silent.
“We could get caught?—”
“Then you better come for me fast before I fill you up,uccellino.”
That alone is enough to almost get me there. He moves one hand between us, rubbing my clit as he thrusts shallowly into me, his other hand coming up to cover my mouth. I gasp against his palm, feeling the tip of his cock rub against a spot deep inside of me that makes me feel as if I’m going to come harder than I ever have before.
It takes seconds. He holds me up against the shelves with just the force of his body, hips snapping and rolling against me, and I bite his hand as I come, clenching around his cock. I feel the vibration of the groan he swallows back as he comes too.
