Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)
Some curse words. Some choice words.
But I take them all.
I’d take anything as long as she’s by my fucking side.
“I…hate…you…” she mumbles between pants and sniffles.
I smile.
I fucking smile, because all this time, I thought she was fighting to tell me the safe word.
The one word that I gave her to get rid of me once and for all.
I reach a hand between us underneath her oversized shirt and jam my fingers against her panties. I groan low in my throat when her wetness soaks my skin.
“Hate me for fucking eternity as long as your cunt wants me.”
I can feel her glare in the darkness, stabbing me in the chest. “It’s only a physical reaction. It means nothing.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
“I told you we’re over.”
“I never agreed to that.”
“Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“No,” I whisper against her throat as I dart my tongue out and lick all the way from her jaw to her earlobe.
She shudders, her legs clenching, and I do it again until I can feel her melting beneath me.
Her fight is still there, I’ll give her that, but I don’t stop as I pry her thighs open and rub her clit over her panties.
“This cunt is mine, baby. You’re all mine. Just because I gave you space doesn’t mean we’re over.”
She whimpers when I lick her lips, then jam my tongue in her wet mouth.
I kiss her more savagely, more hungrily. I kiss her for all the times I haven’t kissed her in fucking weeks. My tongue ravishes hers, bruising it, luring it, until she kisses me back. Until her strokes meet mine and her arousal floods my hand.
Her pulse heightens beneath my fingers, turning erratic and out of fucking control.
Just like my own.
Only one woman would extract this reaction out of me and it’s her.
My Naomi.
The front door opens and we both freeze.
“Nao-chan, are you still awake? I brought Chinese.”
Naomi’s eyes widen as I pull my head back, then she mouths, “Go!”
My lips twist in a snarl, but I don’t make a move to leave.
“Nao-chan?” Her mother’s voice gets nearer.
Naomi digs her fingers into my side, eyes asking, imploring. “Go…”