She grabbed my hips in response, pressing me into her, so hard where she was soft. I had to feel her, unfastening her jeans and sliding them down her perfect legs. I kissed every ounce of skin I could find, tasted flesh even down to her toes. I needed her so much.
“Royal…” She gripped the sheets, her head back into my bed. She couldn’t remain still, wriggling beneath me while I made sure not to miss any piece of her. I wanted every piece. I wanted every jagged edge. It made me not think about mine.
I delved a tongue into her belly button, sliding fingers into the side of her panties. I pulled them down as I released her breasts, skin on skin, flesh on flesh when I tossed the bra to the floor.
She called out, my hand on supple skin when I squeezed her breast. Her legs went up when I pulled her panties off, burying my face into her hair while I simply touched her, kissed her.
“Please,” she begged, her legs easing apart, for me. “Please…”
I reached into my desk again, for protection this time. I got it around myself before taking her hands.
She let me, both of her tiny wrists gathered in one strong grip. I lifted them above her, her entire body flush and perfect. Pinning her, I placed my weight on her, being so careful. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I eased myself inside her, both of us crying out. I couldn’t even move at fucking first, all of it too much. Besides what happened at the beginning of term, I hadn’t been with anyone else, and during that I hadn’t felt anything. I’d had to get myself completely wasted and high to even do it. I had to numb myself so I wouldn’t feel it.
I felt this, every bit of her as I pumped inside her. She braced me, telling me things. She said she loved me, how she needed me.
“I need you.” I hated to admit it, feeling it made me weak. This girl was my Kryptonite, always had been.
Taking both of her hands now, I picked up, the pair of us creating a rhythm. I didn’t take from her, refused. I’d fucking die first.
December’s ankles crossed behind my back, making me move faster, driving harder. I gave her what she wanted and what I needed, this and every piece of her.
I kissed the inside of her arm, patient when she peaked first. I breathed kisses on her until I found that point myself, leaning so hard into it I thought I was literally falling. I couldn’t catch myself, gratefully succumbing to the wave.
Spent, I allowed my weight to fall on her, releasing her arms above only to wrap them around my neck. As stupid as it was, I wanted her to hold me.
I wanted her to never let me go.
Twenty-Six
December
Warm lips pressed against my back, and I closed my eyes. I stayed the night.
He let me stay the night.
Royal hadn’t pushed me away. If anything, he wouldn’t let me go away. He held me all night and this morning, when I woke up, his lips were on my skin. He held me close, absorbing his heat into me.
“I want to know everything,” I said.
He stopped kissing, but only long enough to pull back my hair. He touched teeth down in my shoulder, biting me a little.
“Em…” he sighed, and I turned around, never getting over how absolutely fucking beautiful he was in the morning. He had that messy just-boned look, appropriate for what we did last night.
I pushed some of the blond back and he kissed my palm.
“I need to know everything,” I pushed. “Everything that happened that night with Paige.”
He had the answers, and he needed to give them to me, my right. That was my sister, and he knew more than he was allowing me to. So much was going on here, but I was here now, here to listen.
He played with my hair as well, each touch to dark tendrils shooting electrodes directly into my scalp. I eased into him for his smell and heat, unable to get enough.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he stated, eventually cupping my cheek. “You just have no fucking idea.”
Which was why I needed him to tell me. I took his hand, waiting.
He touched his brow to mine. “I don’t want you to get hurt. What happened with Paige just starts with that night. It’s deep, and even I don’t have all the answers. I’m trying to figure it out, and it’s getting darker and darker the deeper I go in.”