The doorknob twists, and the innocence of her curiosity stretches my mouth in a grin I’m instantly covering.
A flutter dominoes up my chest, pairing the sound of the metal mechanism with the door cracking open. I don’t get to see her come in. The door’s swinging my direction, damn near slamming my toes and veiling her on the other side.
“Razor?” she whispers, a desperate rasp warming her voice.
My jaw falls lax, my palm brushing down my mouth and my back meeting the wall. There’s something fucking primal about her right now. It’s glazing my eyes, making them heavy.
“I know you’re in here… You had that box in your hand.” She steps toward the desk, in my line of sight, slowly looking around.
Such a fucking sweetheart.
I can’t stand here and wait for her to leave.Iwalked away earlier. And I’m not gonna letherwalk away now.
Pushing into the door, my body moves off the wall, the slight creak whipping her pretty attention back to me.
Holding her eyes with mine, I give the door a good shove, letting it latch us into this sinister space together. “Why’re you following me, little bunny?”
Each step toward her is deliberate, slow, giving me the time to catch the nervous twitch in her fingers from my blurry peripheral.
With only a foot separating us, she’s taking a steady breath with fire in her eyes, her pulse burning her cheeks—then she’s on me.
It’s stalling, her lunging the distance and sweeping her hands up my chest, one curving around my shoulder, the other anchoring behind my neck, her fingers combing my hair.
She tugs with a sinful target on my mouth.
And that’s all I fucking need.
I’m moving off desperation, slipping a hand through the hair on the back of her head, my thumb lining her jaw, and I’m yanking her flush against me by her waist.
Our lips crash together, parting with huffing pants and locking back together with urgency.
Cyanide bombs behind my eyes. The airborne war is lethal enough to kill the old me, the version that was ignorant to the sensation of her lips, how supple and pliable she is, how we magically form to each other. It awakens me, gives me a new life built of a chemical she controls.
Hungry. Needy. Dependent on her graces for survival, I’m tilting the opposite way, ready for her tongue, waiting for the splashing clash of her taste buds.
Fuck, does she give it to me.
Her hands are all over me, her tongue skating inside my mouth and resurrecting me as a brand-new man, twisting her insanity into mine with calculated vigor.
A frenzy moves beneath my skin. Something insatiably wicked that’s forcing me to back her up into the desk and tip her over, giving her just enough time to pull the cash box out from underneath her. Then, my body is coming down right on top of hers, my hand finding her knee and hiking her leg, so I can sink into the toned curves of her femininity.
My lips pulse against her mute whines, our panting groans and sloppy wetness tangling the hot air between our faces.
“Bunny, baby…” I kiss her some more, our tongues slipping together like silk. “I had this idea you… Mmm,fuck.”
Grinding my stiff cock against her, she gives me a pitiful whimper, encouraging me to thumb her chin, pushing enough for deeper access inside her minty mouth.
It doesn’t feel worth it to separate long enough to tell her I thought latching with her softness, earning her intimacy, would give me alittletaste of the sickness she swallows. Not inject me with hallucinations that convince me I can’t breathe without her.
How am I supposed to stop?
She raises her other leg around me, welcoming my body and matching the rolling momentum, scraping her short nails down sensitive patches on my back. “Finish,” she inhales, stealing the air from my mouth. “I wanna know.”
My eyes crack open, finding her slivers of dark hazel through the formaldehyde light, the aquamarine haze cooling her dewy skin.
I can’t stop. You’d have to tase me and sedate me to get my body off hers right now.
“You gonna visit me in the psych ward, Bunny?” Rocking my hips back, I languidly grind against her harder, drawing out a moan she’s kissing me with.
