My stomach flips wildly, convinced I’m caught on a roller coaster rather than trapped in the arms of a monster. It’s breathtaking, dizzying, and incredibly dangerous. So easily, I could let him sweep me up with the flick of his tongue.
I rip myself away before I get lost in him, though I can’t resist when he chases after me with a needy whimper, capturing my lips a second time in another searing kiss. One hand fists my hair, holding me against him as his tongue tangles with mine, sending an electric current down my spine. The other wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me almost forget my purpose.
For just a moment, I allow it, letting him devour me while I drop my hands to his broad shoulders then drift them over his firm chest and down his sculpted abs. All the while, his muscles ripple beneath my palms, and a tremor racks his body.
When our lips part an inch and he settles his forehead against mine, I bite back the words just a little longer. Because this doesn’t feel like hate anymore—it’s the complete opposite, and I’m selfish and greedy and want to enjoy it while I have it.
He shifts his hips slightly, hitting a spot that has my thighs quaking violently.
“Ah, Kellan,” I pant breathlessly. “Right there, right there.”
His hand tightens around my throat, and while he picks up his pace a little, he continues hitting that blissful spot. The wet, sticky noises between us grow louder as I become wetter, and that familiar pressure in my bladder arises.
“Yeah? Like that, baby?”
I nod eagerly, my eyes threatening to cross. “Uh-huh, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Brow furrowed, he feeds me sexy, needy moans with every rough thrust, and I swallow them down greedily while continuing to roam my hands over his incredible body. Light dustings of gray ash cling to the fine sheen of sweat coating our skin, but neither of us spares it a single thought, too focused on one another.
I’m losing focus as quickly as I’m losing time, but I know he’s just as close as I am. I never want it to end, but he’s forcing me toward the edge.
With a groan, I tilt my chin up, and groan, “Kellan.”
He shakes his head.
“No,” he whispers, sensing my intention. He knows whatever I say next is it for him, and while I’m not convinced he wants to kill me, I know he can’t stand to lose to me, either.
But I can’t afford to risk my life just to see if he really can live without me.
So, I give him the last piece of my confession—the piece I was desperately hoping I could keep for myself.
“I c-could never get you out of my head,” I pant out.
“No more,” he pleads, but he can’t stop the momentum any more than I can.
His hand moves from my throat to my nape while the other releases my hair to grab my hip. Then, he tilts his head to place open-mouthed kisses up my neck. I inhale sharply and shudder violently when his teeth reach my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and biting harshly in an attempt to silence me.
I reach up and twist his nipple between my fingers, causing him to jolt in surprise, allowing my lip to slip free.
“Fucking brat,” he hisses beneath his breath.
“I tried s-so hard, but I was addicted to you. It got so bad that I s-stopped being able to come at all unless I thought of you. I… I still can’t.”
The noise that comes out of his mouth sounds tormented, stricken with both frustration and approval.
Then, he bites out, “I hate you so much.”
I hear the words, yet they sound like a different confession.
He releases my hip to dive his hand between my legs and firmly circles my clit.
It’s all I need to go somersaulting over the edge, and whether he comes with me is no longer my concern.
“Oh my God, Kellan!” I cry out, my legs snapping tighter around his hips, imprisoning him inside me as I explode around him.
My vision blackens just as I feel my inner walls contract around his cock. I come so hard, not even a decibel of sound makes it past the storm sweeping through my insides for several long moments. Vaguely, I feel him lift his lips back to mine with a tortured moan. And then the dam breaks, my throat vibrating from the force of my screams. Sightlessly, my hands fly to his neck, digging my nails in deep as I senselessly grind against him. I’m blinded, practically climbing his body, desperate to be close to him.
Even in the dark, I still can’t let him go.
