I devour her mouth like a deviant hell-bent on destruction because there is nothing I have left to lose. I gave her my heart on a silver platter, expecting her to stop it from beating …
But I never thought she’d rip hers from her chest and hand it to me willingly.
Fuck.
Finally she allows herself to feel what I’ve been feeling for her for years.
It almost feels too good to be true.
I pull back for a moment to look into her eyes. “Tell me who I am to you.”
“You’re … You’re …” she murmurs, her eyes traveling down my wet body, swallowing hard when she reaches the rim of my pants.
I grasp her hair and pin her to the tree, whispering into her ear, “Tell me what I want to hear, Jas.”
“You’re my monster,” she says, pain in her voice.
And I both hate and adore it.
I am a monster.
A monster born from suffering.
A monster set on destroying the only thing she tried to protect.
A monster who would sacrifice the world to save the only thing he desires.
Her.
“I’m your monster … and you’re my undoing,” I reply, pressing a damp kiss against her neck, dragging my lips down until she begins to quiver against me. “Now give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you crave so desperately.”
When my teeth sink into her shoulder, she moans out loud.
“Kiss me … please,” she murmurs, the words as much an aphrodisiac as her scent. “Love me like you say you do.”
God, how I yearned to hear those words.
“I would kill a million people to hear you say those words again,” I say, and I grab her face and kiss her hard and fast, pushing open her mouth with mine, probing inside, twisting my tongue around hers until she moans.
The sound gets me riled up like nothing else ever could. I could hear her moan for the rest of my life and never have enough.
“More,” I say against her mouth. “Let me hear your desire for me.”
Her moans start an uncontrollable fire inside me, and I groan with delight.
I push her further up against the tree and tear at the top part of her black dress until it rips apart at the seam.
“My dress!” She squeals as my hand dives in to grab her tits.
I don’t give a damn if I have to destroy this entire world if it means I get to have her.
“Fuck that dress. I’ll buy you a new one,” I groan, pinching her nipples to make her moan again. “I need to have you. Now.”
“Oh, God,” she says, as I twist her nipples and take one into my mouth, sucking hard.
“God can’t hear you now,” I say with a grin on my face as I look up at her sultry eyes filled with wonder and what-ifs.
What if she just let go?