To worship.
To bend.
To break.
I would take whatever she gave me, for as long as she’d give it, until I fucked it up.
Her arms draped around my neck and she jumped slightly, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I grasped her slender hips and carried her to my bed, lowering her down with my body over hers.
I kissed her deeply, with all the heart I had left inside me, which granted, wasn’t much. I only hoped it was enough to be worthy of this beautiful, stubborn, woman.
My fingers skimmed under the edge of her
sweater, tickling her sensitive skin. She let out a small giggle.
“Ticklish?” I whispered, my lips brushing against her neck. It was the first time I’d spoken since she’d shown up.
“Shut up,” she growled, low and throaty and sultry and delicious and everything I didn’t fucking deserve.
Her lips claimed mine once more. Yes, claimed.
She fucking owned me from that moment on.
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Sutton
I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
I must have walked into a strange, alternate universe.
Either that, or he was really drunk and high and wasn’t aware of his actions.
There was no way he was entirely sane right now.
Caelan could not possibly be about to do this.
But he was.
We were.
The faint taste of alcohol clung to his lips, but it wasn’t over-powering, so I knew he wasn’t really drunk. It just seemed like the most reasonable explanation. He always put up such a fight that I wasn’t expecting him to give in so easily.
I guess he knew just as well as I did.
We were fucking inevitable.
A train wreck that you couldn’t avoid.
“I know you deserve someone who will make love to you,” he whispered, then bit into my neck, “but sweetheart, I fuck.”
My neck arched in pleasure at the sharp sting of pain.
Gathering my senses, I mustered up my strength and used it to rise up and push him down, so that I was now straddling him. Rolling my center against his, I smiled down at him, my hands splayed against the soft material of his shirt.
“Good, because that’s the only way I like it.”