She closed the distance, her lips catching mine in a kiss that tickled my reasoning. My hold on the side of her head held firm as our lips moved tentatively, testing the waters, basking in the soft, warm feel, dragging it along like we had all the time in the world to feel the heat that came with each other’s taste, parting to allow the intrusion of our tongues. My heart, which had been hammering like that was its new function, had me feeling dizzy.
My teeth bit her bottom lip, pulling softly, letting us catch our breaths before we joined our lips together, completely in sync—God, I love kissing her. I love it so much. I loved how it made me feel like we were lost in a place where time had no effect, a standstill that had me thinking that we could do this forever, survive on the feverish high, a loop of us getting lost in each other.
Her tongue was soft against mine, and her lips perfectly fit mine.
Hell, the soft sounds that left her—unguarded, unshielded. A trance I couldn’t escape—the perfect hypnotism.
This woman has cursed me.
I was aroused; her grinding on my erection served as a predator to the prey that was my control.
I held her firm as I switched our position, my arousal between her legs as I retook her lips, my hand holding onto her hip, squeezing before riding up the dip in her waist, her fingers burying themselves to the back of my head, tangled around my hair.
We broke away to catch our breaths.
My eyes searched hers. “I’m addicted, Sport.” I bit her chin, my fingers working between her legs, touching her through her shorts. “I’m addicted to you.”
Her lips parted as she let out a breathy moan, so quiet—for my ears only. I almost shivered; I almost asked her to grant memercy. This was killing me; she was killing me. I was so hard, and it was so painful.
I never intended for this. I only wanted to talk. But just like every other occurrence with us, I could never predict it.
I kissed down her neck—no, I sucked down her neck, bruising her. She liked it because she arched, giving me more room as my hand left between her legs, moving up her stomach as I lifted the small shirt, caressing her breast in my hand, loving the feel as my thumb brushed her pierced nipple, the coldness of the steel having the same effect on my cock as the first time.
Perfect in every word. In every sense.
And now this is mine… she is mine to touch, my possession. My little witch.
Inside her… I needed to be inside her.
I lifted myself a little as my hand came to the folded hem of her shorts.
She got the message, her shaky hands coming to do the job while I got rid of my own clothes.
“The shorts are Dog’s,” she said, her voice heavy.
My eyes snapped to hers. “Do you lack clothes?”
“No?”
The nonchalance in her voice had me clenching my jaw; something ugly and unwelcoming burned in the pit of my stomach. “I don’t like it.”
She pulled the small shirt over her head. “That’s something you’ll have to sort out with yourself.”
I was above her in an instant, her naked body beneath me as I held her chin, my gaze holding hers as I settled into my place. Between her thighs. “We’ll discuss this later; for now, shut up.”
Her brows snapped down in a frown. “Don’t tell me to shut up—”
I kissed her words back down her throat, and she forcefully broke away with my lip in her teeth. A sharp pain pinned my bottom lip; I ran my tongue over the area, tasting blood.
My gaze locked with hers, a challenge in those eyes, mocking me, asking what I would do to beat that.
“You love testing me,” I said.
“You forget your boundaries—”
My hand closed around her throat, and I slammed her head back down to the pillow, a choking laugh leaving her. “Feisty,” she taunted.
My cock brushed her core, and she hissed. Her eyes filled with lust and thrill; she loved this, loved my control even when she wanted papers that proved she was in control at all times.
