A High so Sweet (Thornes & Roses 2)

“I get it,” he finally whispers. “Just… be careful,” he warns, and I know he’s referring to the moment I claim her. I’ve waited so long, I’m not sure how much restraint I can hold onto because, right now, I’m feral. All I want is to feel her, in my hands, underneath me, and I’m starving to get a taste of the girl who’s haunted my fucking dreams for eight long years.

I unlock and push open the door. Leaving Finn in the hallway, I shut myself inside the bedroom. Kalyn looks up from where she’s sitting on the windowsill. Her attention was on the window, but now, it’s on me, and my blood heats for another reason than it was earlier.

Right now, it’s burning with desire.

“It’s done.”

She’s on her feet at my confession. She rushes toward me, her eyes widening when she takes in my appearance. The blood that’s dried on my hands, my face, and clothes are a clear indication of what I did for her. I needed her to see this side of me.

For years, I hid my desire for violence from her. From everyone except my brothers. But now, she’s seeing who I am. The part of me I’ve always kept at bay when I’ve been around her.

“What happened?” she whispers, her hand reaching for me, and when her fingertips make contact with my cheek, I can’t hold back anymore.

I grip her wrist, earning me a dick-hardening gasp. Spinning us around, so Kalyn is pressed against the door, I pin her with my hips, and another whimper falls free from her plump lips when she feels my hardness against her thigh.

“I’ve saved you once again, little liar,” I murmur along her lips, but I don’t kiss her. Not yet. “It’s time for your payment.”

“What payment?” Kalyn whimpers when I push my thigh between her legs. Her heat is the remedy to my bruises, and I know her taste will be the sweetest fucking drug I’ll ever take.

“You know what you need to atone for,” I whisper before I tangle my fingers in her soft hair and tug her closer. Her plump lips part on a moan, and I finally steal what I’ve been craving for far too long. The suppleness of her body molds to me, my hardness against her soft feminine curves, and it’s as if I’m being tugged toward solace.

Tonight, I’m getting high, I’m finally going to take everything this woman has to offer, and I’m not giving anything back.

25

Kalyn

My body is his. Every inch of me has molded to Cassian’s sculpted torso as he finally kisses me, and as his tongue dances with mine, my mind goes blank, and my lungs struggle to work.

His hands trail down to my hips, and he grips me so hard, I’m certain there’ll be bruises tomorrow. He moves his hands to my ass, lifting me against him, pinning me against the wooden surface of the door, as he steals every moan and whimper that he elicits from my body.

My fingers trail over his soft, short, cropped hair in an attempt to pull him closer, to bring him nearer, but there’s no way to do so because we’re connected in such a way; it’s as if we’re one.

When Cassian finally breaks the kiss, my lips feel swollen from his assault, my body is trembling with the need for more. I don’t know why he’s stopped, why he’s pulling away, but I try to tug him closer, but he slowly shakes his head.

My panties are soaked. Instinctively, my hips roll in an attempt to find friction, causing Cassian to chuckle. “My little liar wants to come?” he taunts, his dark brow arching as he regards me with amusement.

“Is this my punishment?” I whisper, my voice croaky with every word I utter, and my cheeks burn because he’s affected me so much, I’d do anything for him to finish what he just started.

“This is not at all your punishment; this is my reward,” he tells me earnestly. “You see all this blood?” I nod in response to his question. “This is what I did for you. That bastard will not be hurting you again.”

“What happened?”

Cassian shakes his head. “You don’t need to know. All that matters is he’s out of your life, which means you’re now single,” he informs me, and I realize that’s why he’s finally come in here and kissed me. All this time, he’s been teasing, waiting, and biding his time until he wasn’t doing anything that would bring about guilt in either of us.

I’m not cheating.

I’m free.

“What about my dad’s treatments?” I ask again. Even though I recall Cassian saying the Thornes will be footing the bill, I need to know; I need another confirmation.

“Like I said, you’re mine now, little liar,” Cassian says, his tone warm yet calculated and serious. “And everything in your life belongs to me, whether it’s a bill that needs to be paid or a man that needs to be killed.”