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“What the fuck?” I yell. Immediately, a hand comes over my mouth as I try to scramble to roll to the other side. But I’m pulled down from my sitting position, pinned down by the weight above me. My arms start to flail as I try to push the mass off me. My eyes start to focus on who’s sitting above me, and I start to scream under his hand.
“Shhh, Spitfire. It’s just me,” Daxon whispers. “Let’s not cause a scene and scare your roomie. I don’t want her coming in here trying to save the day and all.” He smirks.
My hands wrap around his wrist as I try to pry his hand off my mouth. All the while, cursing him as I try to ask him why he’s in here, but my words come out all muffled. Because, of course, there’s a fucking hand over my mouth.
“What? What’s that? I can’t understand you. I’m gonna need you to speak a little clearer.” He tilts his head and shakes it. I try to buck against him to push him off me, but he just laughs and doesn’t even move an inch.
I narrow my eyes at him and bring my hands up and flip him off.
“God, I love your fight. You gonna be a good girl and be quiet?” he asks, and I nod. “Are you sure?” Dax narrows his eyes. I glare at him as he bites his lip, trying to hold back his smile. Slowly, he peels his hand away from my mouth.
Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my wildly beating heart. I’m failing miserably at it. “What are you doing here, Daxon? How did you get into my room?” My breathing picks up from the heat of his body over my own. His eyes bore into mine as he has me trapped under him. Honestly, not a position I mind being in. I’m just very confused with all of this. However, my body not so much. No, she knows exactly what she wants, hence the hardened nipples and the fact that I’m fucking soaking wet.
Why does this asshole do this to me? Why do all of them do this to me? Fucking dick voodoo.
“Through the door.” He deadpans.
“Yeah, but who let you in? It’s after ten, and I’m sure my roommate is sleeping,” I growl.
Daxon shrugs. “I can’t give away my secrets, sweetheart. Besides, I wanted to talk to you.”
My face scrunches in confusion. “So, you break into my room? At this hour? Isn’t there a school law about boys in the girls’ dorms?”
“I’m a king, baby. Laws don’t apply to us.” He places a hand on his chest and smiles down at me.
“Oh, that’s right, fucking royalty. Well, what do I owe this pleasure, Your Highness?” I fake gag.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment but then cocks his head. “I’m trying to understand you,” he says softly.
“What’s there to understand? Why?”
He asks, “Why are you here?”
“Because this is where I was sent to come to school, Daxon. Why can you not understand that?”
“No one has ever been let in here outside of being a freshman. What makes you so special?” He leans down, and his arms come down next to my head. I can smell the mint from his breath, his face so close to mine. There’s a battle brewing inside of me, one I’m sure I want to lose.
My eyes lock with his. “I’m not special. If I had a choice, this would be the last place I’d actually be,” I whisper.
“I don’t know, Phoenix. I kinda like having you here.” His nose nuzzles against my cheek. “Just like this.” His touch sends my skin ablaze. My hands grab onto his t-shirt, and I’m unsure if I’m trying to keep him there or push him away.
“You three don’t act like you enjoy me even breathing the same air.” My voice is hoarse.
“Hmm. I’m enjoying breathing the same air right now.”
“Why do you hate me?” My voice comes out soft, my hands clinging to him. And I hate it. I hate how weak he makes me feel right now. I hate that he’s here in my room. I hate that he is talking to me. I hate that I’m pulling him closer. I hate that I enjoy him touching me. I hate that my body is betraying me in every way.
Daxon says nothing. He merely stares at me, his eyes studying every inch of my face. Without saying a word, he starts peppering my jawline with soft kisses. His legs shift slightly, and I feel him rubbing against me. I bite the inside of my cheek as I push my hips up slightly against him. Every inch of me is on fire from his touch. And holy shit, he’s so hard right now.
Daxon moves from my jawline to nibbling on my ear, eliciting a moan from me as I clench my legs together. He’s turning me into a puddle of my own arousal.
“Mmm. You taste so good. Fuck, you shouldn’t taste this good.” He licks up my neck and hums. My hands find their way to his hair. I grab hold of his black strands, trying to draw him closer as he kisses and softly bites on every inch of my neck. He pulls back slightly and says, “Look at me.”
My eyes fling open, and I turn my head. Our eyes meet, and I can see his beautiful green eyes dilating. There’s an inferno burning in them. A desire, a need. Our breathing picks up, both of us panting. Suddenly, his lips crash down on mine, swallowing every moan I give him.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn't want this. There is nothing about this that I should enjoy. I shouldn’t be kissing Daxon. And yet I am. I’m so completely turned on that my body feels like it’ll combust at any moment.
Our tongues and lips clash against each other, our hands explore our bodies, and Dax grinds his hardness into me, causing more moans to escape that he swallows up with his mouth.