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I ignore what those words mean. I’m a burden to him on the best of days, I’m sure he’s just saying that because he has to. Because he has always needed to reassure me that I have someone, since he knows I’ve always had no one.
“I’m okay with that…” I swallow past the excitement that’s climbing up my throat. “If you are.”
His mouth is back on my neck, his tongue running over it while he sinks his teeth back into where it throbs. His other hand comes to my leg, spreading it wider as his head dips lower, his tongue following his lead. My shorts and cami are torn off, and I’m lying on the bed naked, as he leans on one elbow, his muscles flexing to hold his weight.
He looks up at me from beneath his featherlike lashes, his swollen lips curving. “No fucking take-backs.”
I spread my legs farther, accentuating my decision. “Deal.”
His head disappears beneath the bedding and warmth covers me between my legs. I hold my breath, but as soon as his tongue circles my clit, my fingers fly to his hair and my knees widen. His hand rests on my belly, pressing me into the bed as he slows his pace. Every flick pushes me closer to the edge. When he wraps his fingers around my upper thighs and pulls me farther into his mouth, my core explodes and my mind spins from the throbbing that consumes me. Stars explode, little colored dots dancing behind the back of my eyes. My orgasm pulses in waves, pushing me closer and closer to the shoreline, but instead of running up to the sand, I swim back out to the ocean, fishing for my next pull. His lips detach from me and starting from my hip, he begins a torturous pattern of lick, suck, and kiss. His teeth sink into my bone and I yelp, but grind my hips farther against him, needing more. I’ve always known how to give myself an orgasm, I think I learned at a young age. But what he does is different. Having his touch on me, so possessive and controlling, yet skilled and demanding, is enough to shove my frail body over the edge all over again.
He nibbles on my belly, before his lips are locked around my nipple, sucking on it roughly and lighting a fire that rages straight to my clit. Biting down on my small nub, he sucks it between his teeth before detaching and leaning on one arm, staring down at me. His lips are even more swollen now.
“You still want to do this?” His mouth turns up into a curve, his eyes with more life inside of them than I have ever seen before.
“Yes? Did you think if you got me off that I wouldn’t?”
He chuckles, running the tip of his finger over the ache on my neck. “I’m going to hurt you.” His eyes come up to mine, his pupils dilating. “And I’m going to like it.”
I hook my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to my face. “Then hurt me.”
He lowers his mouth onto mine and I open, allowing his tongue to slide between my lips. The faint taste of my release on the tip of his tongue. He moves over me, unbuckling his jeans and tugging them off. His knees sink into the mattress as he looks down, tilting his head. His eyes fall to my breasts, and then trail down my stomach and to everything else in between. His hand disappears inside his boxers, and for a brief second, I’m speechless. This beautifully haunted man is going to actually have sex with me. I don’t know of his reputation, so I don’t know if this is a new thing for him or if he beds girls often, but it doesn’t matter because he’s in bed with me.
“Eyes on me,” he demands, and instantly I peer up at him. “Don’t look down until after. You hear?”
Excitement tingles in my belly, but then finds its friend, anxiety. Was that a threat?
I shuffle beneath him while nodding. “Okay.”
Eleven piercings. I pause.
He lowers himself down on top of me, his fingers wrapping around my chin to tilt my face to his. “This isn’t a promise. I don’t do any fucking girl drama, nor am I interested in having a girlfriend. You sure you still want my dick inside you?”
I tilt my hips up until I feel the tip of his smooth cock caress my slick entrance. “I’m sure.”
He lowers his mouth to mine. “Kiss me. It’ll distract you from the pain. Tear my fucking back up if you need, but you’ll be licking those wounds once you’re done.” His tongue slides over my lower lip and I’m instantly lost in the haze of our kiss again. Our tongues intertwining together in a fury of chaos, as I grind against him.