She looked like she might cry when I said I was staying, when I said I was willing to try regular life. Not from sadness, but from something else—maybe relief, maybe shock, maybe the same kind of hunger that made my hands shake as I touched her cheek.
She grabbed me by the collar with her free hand and yanked me down, crushed her mouth to mine, a collision of teeth and lips and tongues.
All the blood in my body drew to my cock.
I was hard before I even realized it.
No woman had ever done this to me. Every single one was an insignificant relic of my past life.Life before Kimmy.
The heat between us intensified as she pressed herself firmly against me.
I used the momentum and backed her toward the edge of the table. She tossed the pack of candies on the chair, licked her lips, and reached up to resume the kiss.
Our breathing grew heavier as I braced my hands on the table, caging her between my arms. Something electric crackled where our skin nearly touched—like the snap and pull when magnets find each other.
My thoughts scattered.
The world beyond her body against mine blurred to nothing.
"I want you," she whispered, her lips brushing mine with each word. "Right here." Her hands fumbled with my belt.
I didn't need to be told twice. I was very good at following orders.
I nudged her back until her shoulders met the table, her legs dangling over the edge. She laughed and kicked playfully, half-resisting, half-inviting.The oversized shirt had ridden up to reveal black shorts. When I stepped between her legs, pressing my erection to her mound, she stilled.
She was all subtle curves, pale thighs, and a messy ponytail that begged to be undone.
Her lips parted slightly, and her chest expanded at each inhale. She arched up just a little and ground herself against my bulge.
The friction alone, even with the fabric between us, was divine. My cock swelled even more to the point where it became painful.
Her hands scrabbled at my shirt, tugging it out of my pants. I let her struggle, for a minute, just so I could watch the way her pupils went black and wide. She smelled like arousal and something sweet, and it short-circuited my brain.
I reached for the waistband of her shorts, yanked them down her legs, and tossed them over my shoulder.
Then I jerked my zipper down, yanking my pants along with my boxers down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock sprung free.
I got my hands under her thighs and lined her ass up to the edge of the table, making room for myself between her knees. The table groaned under the weight. She giggled, then bit her lip.
This relentless want felt unhinged. I understood now why Father said emotions were dangerous. I would kill anyone for her in this moment.
"Hungry?" she asked, breathless.
I didn't answer. My cock jerked, demanding to be inside her.
Not yet.
I wanted to savor this.
So, instead I hauled her up and forward and kissed her so hard she yelped into my mouth. Then I grabbed her ponytail and twisted it, angling her face so I could bite her jaw, her throat, the spot just under her ear that made her shiver all over.
She hooked her legs around my waist and tried to pull me closer. I let her think she had the upper hand for exactly two seconds, then pushed her back down, grabbed both her knees and spread her legs, pinning them against the wood so I could see everything through the lace of her panties.
She gasped. "Jesus, Seven?—"
"Not him," I said, and bunched up the hem of her T-shirt to reveal her bra. "Me."
