I possess no control over the way my hips roll into his touch, desperately seeking more. To my frustration, he evades me, retreating from my clit and sliding his finger down my drenched slit again.
My heavy pants quickly bleed into breathless moans as he teases my entrance. Wet, sticky noises fill the air, only proving what a liar I am.
I push into his hand, needing to feel him inside me, but once again, he rolls with the movement, keeping his touch light.
“Dread,” I whimper, staring up at him pleadingly.
He bites his bottom lip, picking apart every microexpression on my face as he pulls his hand away to lean on one fist next to my hip. Then, he uses the tip of his cock to tease my clit, softly circling it again.
“Kellan, please,” I whine, attempting to grind into him again.
“You think you can live without this? Without me?” he asks, ignoring my pleas.
I groan, desperate to reject him, but it’s almost impossible when I feel like I’m missing a vital piece of myself and the only way to get it back is through him.
“No,” I say, my voice small.
“Good,” he whispers, rubbing me firmly until my eyes roll. He stops all too soon, and my clit throbs painfully from the loss.
“Kell—” My frustrated growl morphs into a startled scream when he leans forward and sinks his cock inside me, making it less than halfway before he meets resistance.
I barely process the burn before he retreats to the tip and drives in again, this time making it to the hilt and ripping another yelp from my throat. The lightning storm of pleasure and pain sends my spine bowing off the bed, and my ankles hook around him, locking him in place.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my brows knitting when he presses his pelvis into my clit and grinds his hips against me in deliberate circles.
“Feel that, baby? How good it is when I stuff your pussy?”
“Mmmhm,” I hum, letting my eyes drift shut as he continues to rock into me.
“Good,” he whispers, sounding pleased. He leans over me, planting his hands on either side of my head and tilting his to ensnare my eyes. “Now listen to me carefully, Reverie. You’re going to pack up all your shit, and you’re going to come home to me.Tonight.”
I whimper, my core throbbing around him. I need him tomove.
“Hey,” he calls softly to catch my slipping attention. “You listening?”
I nod weakly. “Uh-huh.”
“Good girl,” he breathes. “Then you’re going to climb into our bed, tuck this little body into mine, and you’re going to sleep in my arms.”
Again, I nod, more eagerly this time in hopes he’ll give me what I need.
“You’ll go to class tomorrow, ignore all the fuckers who stare at you, because you have nothing to be embarrassed about, since thatwasn’tus in that video. And if anyone gives you shit, you’ll tell me, and I’ll fucking handle them. Yeah?”
“But Kaitlin,” I argue weakly.
“She won’t be a problem,” he assures gently. “You understand?”
I’m too lost in the throes of lust to question how—to ask what he did. “Uh-huh.”
“And if anyone asks if you’re my girlfriend, what are you gonna say, baby?”
I bite my tongue, just barely mincing the words that instinctively rise, refusing to give in to him. I’m in so much agony, though, so instead, I breathe, “I’m gonna say yes.”
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, rolling his pelvis against my clit again, rewarding me with another shot of utter bliss. It’s like a lightning strike, and my spine bows from the potency.
“Ahh, yes, yes,” I moan, my eyes fluttering.
“Everyone will know you're mine, even your fucking father. If beingmine is a disgrace to him, then you will be my fallen angel.”
