Then, she's ripping herself away with a gasp, and her palm whipsacross my cheek, a mixture of outrage, bewilderment, and lust polluting each breath out of her heaving chest.
The sharp burn only darkens my vision, sending me spiraling deeper into disarray. With a growl, my hand on her nape rises to fist her hair while the other squeezes her throat tighter as I jerk her back into me.
She resists, her hands pushing at my chest. Except she doesn't put an ounce of strength behind it, even as she breathlessly whines, “Kellan, stop.”
The effect of hearing my real name on her tongue is visceral. My balls draw up tight as a powerful surge of bliss shoots straight down my cock. It weakens my knees, and I come so fucking close to coming right there, enough to feel a large bead of pre-cum leak from the tip.
A whimper releases from my throat, and I have no choice but to taste my name. I need to know if it's as divine as it sounds.
I dive my tongue past her teeth again, and she lashes hers at me, as if to flick mine away. Still, she feeds me a small moan, and, combined with the sweet, fruit taste of a name she's forbidden to speak, euphoria shoots straight down my dick again.
I'm too close to erupting, and we've barely kissed.
This time, it's me who tears my mouth away with a tortured groan, but only an inch, our foreheads remaining pressed together.
I clench my jaw, needing her to be the one to retreat again. Except she doesn't, and my attempt to gather myself is fucking hopeless.
My brow furrows and my upper lip curls as I fight to remind myself who she is, but then our parted mouths brush, logic and reason become as tangible as air, and I’m no longer able to grasp it.
I don’t know if it’s her or me who shudders, but the proximity becomes too irresistible. A battle ensues, the two of us trading back and forth as the one who chases and the one who retreats, opposing forces fighting to stop ourselves yet incapable of parting completely.
I bare my teeth, another low growl rumbling in my chest. Desperately, I try to contain the ravenous urge to devour her, to consume her, to drink her in until I’m swallowing her very soul.
It coils around my bones and holds them hostage, commanding my body like a puppet. I’m a prisoner to it—helpless to resist. Another helpless whimper releases from my throat, and I physically can’t restrain myself anymore. Relenting, I crash into her again, diving my tongue between her sweet lips once more.
Her hands fist my drenched shirt, though with the way she drifts between pushing and pulling, she can’t seem to decide which to do. She’s as conflicted as I am, yet any rationality seeps into the water surrounding us, there to float, just out of reach.
My hand around her throat moves to slide along the side of her jaw, granting me more control as I ravage her mouth.
Any lingering hesitation dissipates, and I’m enraptured by her sweet taste, a fruity mint flavor, as if she was chewing gum recently, and a hint of salt from the chlorine. It’s fucking exquisite, like nectar harvested from a god’s kingdom, and I’m instantly addicted.
Nails rake against either side of my neck, sharp pinpricks strumming against my nerves. Like plucking a string at the perfect tune, it sends rhapsodic vibrations down my spine.
She uses her grip to climb my body, prompting me to release the side of her jaw and circle my arm around her back, lifting her against me until her legs wrap around my hips.
The added height allows me to explore her deeper, using my hold on her hair to direct the angle of her head. She obeys without resistance, her muscles soft and pliable as she sinks into me and lets me dominate her.
But rather than the depth of her sweet mouth satiating the desire pumping through my bloodstream, it only antagonizes it, prods at it like a fire poker until it takes on a form of its own and shapes into a beast.
I can’t get enough, and with each passing second, I only grow hungrier. She mewls when I nip at her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth and sucking harshly. The sound shoots straight to my cock, andfuck, it is so much sexier than I imagined. She retaliates by digging her nails deeper into my skin and rolling her hips, her jean-clad pussy riding the length of my dick and evoking breathtaking pleasure. A growl vibrates my throat as I release her lip, only to moan around her tongue when they collide at the same moment she grinds against me again, my knees weakening from the potency.
I need more.Somuch fucking more.
I’m seconds away from tearing at her clothes when the sound of a door bursting open rips her lips away instead.
The sound is explosive and sends her flying out of my arms like a frightened cat.
Partially dazed and partially pissed the fuck off, I peer over myshoulder as a group of students filters in. They send inquisitive glances our way, and it’s obvious they’re tuned in and paying close attention.
Snarling, I refocus on Rev, only to find her already at the other end of the pool, pulling herself out of the water, her jacket in hand.
I quickly turn and make my way out as well, but by the time I’m shoving my feet back in my shoes, she’s slipping out the door and bolting.
Fuck!
I bite on a fist, an array of emotions lashing through me, but at the forefront is frustration.
Growling, I turn back toward the pool, noticing a small black square at the bottom of it. I squint, realizing after a beat that it’s Reverie’s phone.
