I pull away, moving to peppering kisses along her jaw, all the way down her throat and collarbone. Her scent infuses my psyche, and it sends my vision blurry.
I need my piece of her, and I need it now.
Walking us over to the bed, I lay her down on it, hovering over her as she stares up at me.
“I thought you’d already be gone?” she whispers, playing with the cords dangling from my hood.
“Got a few hours left. Thought I’d grant a wish early.” I trace every single detail of her majestic face, topping it up in my memory.
A breathless gasp comes from her, those big doe-like eyes snatching a part of me when they do.
Every time.
Soon she’ll have it all, and there’ll be nothing left of me to give.
I’m not even mad about it.
“But you would have been busy?”
“Never enough for you,” I answer, kissing her again, her jaw, her entire face until she lets out an innocent giggle that cracks something inside my chest.
Fuck, I love that sound.
I pull back from her, hovering as I admire her. I don’t deserve this girl, I really don’t. If she knew the things I’ve done, what I’ve still yet to do, she’d never look at me the same way again.
The greedy, self-centred asshole in me wants to hold on to us just the way we are.
I’m not ready for someone to yank the dark cloak shrouding us just yet.
I want to make sure I corrupt her before then, so that when it does, she might not flinch from my darkness.
My eyes flick to the door, then back at her. “Put your speakers on.”
Indie swallows, her throat constricting as she reaches over for her phone, tugging the remaining earphone out and syncing it with her speakers.
Angels FallbyBreaking Benjamin slinks through the room in a low hum, and it cocks a smirk across my face.
Fitting choice.
I drag the hoodie over my head with one hand, and she wriggles her thighs against mine, panting through a breath as she speaks, “Saint, I’m nervous.”
I lean down, a palm travelling from the apex of her thighs and under her T-shirt, finding her braless. Trailing kisses up her stomach, her muscles contract with each one, until she leans up, letting me drag the material off her.
“Why?” I ask, right before my mouth captures her hard nipple in between my lips, sucking and licking as she whimpers beneath me.
“You’re more…experienced than I am.” She says the last word through a moan when I bite her ever so gently, but her thighs clamp against my hips. I know she liked it.
I look up at her through hooded eyes. “I don’t care about that, baby.”
I couldn’t care if it was her first time, or if she was a fucking professional. Well…maybe the latter would send me batshit crazy with jealousy, and I’d need to hunt every fucker down, pollute her mind so that she only thought of me.
I lean up off the bed, watching her eyes widen on my dick bulging through my sweatpants as she bats her gaze from that to mine. When I pull the condom wrapper from my pocket, she squeaks, “Wait!”
Shit, did I push her too fast?
I go to stuff it back in my pocket, but she speaks again, throwing one arm over her chest, and the other over her eyes. “I don’t want to use one with you.”
Christ, that’s about to fucking end me. My dick twinges at the thought of feeling her.
