Page 145 of Resurgent

I can’t help but admire his perfect form—every muscle glistening—

“Are you done?” he asks, smiling down at me as I blatantly check him out.

“Not even a little,” I smile, biting my lip as I quickly grab his hips, spinning us until our positions are reversed.

“What are you—”

Before he can say another word, my fingers slip between his drenched skin and the shorts clinging to him in a way only I should be able to. Haphazardly, I pull them down, my knees splashing in the now standing water.

The rain continues to pour down around us, but my eye catches on the solitary drop gliding across the smooth head of his cock as my mouth moves closer.

Another drop falls to his veiny shaft, then another after that; and I suddenly find myself in desperate need of water.

The tip of my tongue barely has a chance to lick the first drop off before his fingers are gently curling into my hair; and fucking hell, I’m so tired of him treating me like some breakable doll.

I want him undone.

I want him needy.

I want him to lose the last bit of self-control that I know he’s been hanging onto.

And so I do the only thing a girl in my position can…I run my tongue up the underside of his cock in one long, slow stroke before I spread my lips open around his head and take his thick, veiny length in my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

“Seiri—Gods,” he groans, and if I had any ability to smile, I would be.

Every twist of my tongue is met with little noises, every bob of my head is met with twitches of his dick in my mouth, and every time his fingers curl in my hair, I think I’m on the verge of him breaking his restraint…but then he catches himself and strokes it back like he’s petting an injured animal.

“Gods fucking damn you!” I shout the second I pull off of him, my annoyance and anger back and burning almost as hot as when I left the house.

“What the fuck? What did I do now?” he spits back, unsurprisingly matching my sudden frustration.

“YOU’RE BEING TOO FUCKING NICE!” I shout, feeling trapped, despite being outdoors.

“Can’t you see? I don’t want you coddling me! I don’t want to be something soft and weak that you’re too worried about breaking to ever touch.”

His laugh is sardonic, which only fuels my resentment.

“Is that what you really think? That I look at you and see weakness?” he snarls.

“Obviously,” I throw back, and if I were smarter, I would turn and run as a predatory grin cuts across his face.

“Oh, I know you’re tough. I know you’re strong. But I don’t know if even a goddess could withstand the things I’ve been dying to do to you.”

“But you never—”

This time, it’s my turn to be cut off as he prowls towards me once more, forcing me to take backward step after backward step until I’m firmly pressed against another trunk. My thighs press together as the animalistic look in his eyes draws me in.

“Trust me when I say, there is nothing I want more than to show you just how much I've wanted you…but I can’t,” he whispers, his lips barely skimming mine.

No. He. Fucking. Didn’t.

“You’re such an asshole!” I snap, trying to slide around him. “Who tells someone how long they've wanted them at the same time they’re turning them down for sex?"

I try to squeeze past him, ready to restart my run before I explode from the storm of frustration clawing its way through my chest, but he shifts just enough to block me again, a solid wall of muscle and stubbornness planted directly in my path.

“Move,” I demand.

“Not happening.”