Page 79 of Fractured Fates

I don’t care. It’s exhilarating. I feel alive. Like nothing could touch me. Nothing could hurt me. Not out here. Not with him.

We swoop around bends, the bike leaning right down low against the road, the tarmac almost scraping my cheeks. I close my eyes and scream, the noise muffled by the roar of his bike.

I want this ride to last forever. I want to forget about all the problems hanging over my head. I want to forget that my aunt warned me magicals like him, men who work for the authorities, could not be trusted.

I want to simply feel.

But before too long, he’s slowing the bike down and swinging into a pull-over by the side of the road.

He cuts the engine and for a moment we both sit there, my arms still clinging to his body, his chest heaving.

Then he twists his body around, taking a hold of my waist and dragging me over his lap, lowering me onto the saddle in front of him.

My heart bounces in my chest, knocking against my ribcage.

Because I don’t know what he’s doing. I don’t know what this can mean.

He doesn’t say a word, and he doesn’t meet my eye. Instead, his gaze is locked on my mouth. He slides his rough hand into my hair, cupping the back of my neck and then he leans down and presses his mouth to mine.

I’ve imagined this. Lying in my bed, I’ve imagined just this. His warm mouth against mine, his lips caressing first my top lip, then my bottom.

I close my eyes, that sensation of electricity sparks violently in my gut, buzzing along every nerve in my body.

My hands find his chest, bunching into fists in his shirt, clinging to him like if I don’t I’ll float away.

“You going to kiss me back, sweetheart?” he murmurs against my mouth and my eyes flutter open.

I’ve never kissed anyone before. And I guess it’s another thing I need to add to my growing list of things I need to learn.

“Kiss me back,” he murmurs again, this time with more of a growl, half way between a plea and a command.

I swallow down my embarrassment and for once I don’t argue with him. I do exactly as he says, copying the way he’d moved his lips against mine, mimicking his movements.

As I do, he growls a second time, his grip on my neck tightens, his kiss grows hotter, his tongue plunging into my mouth. He tastes me completely. It makes my body wilt and my panties wet.

The hand at my waist slips under my shirt, stroking up my body, and squeezing at my tit through my bra.

I whimper, my back arching, an ache building between my legs.

All of a sudden, I want it all. His hands on my body, my hands on his. To taste every part of him, to have him taste me too. To feel what it’s like to be wanted. To understand what it’s like to want someone back.

I press myself more closely to him, feeling the outline of something hard and big even through the layers of denim between us.

That ache between my legs beats more incessantly and I can’t help but grind my core against his, chasing something – friction? Movement? Relief?

He groans, pulling down the material of my bra and rubbing my stiff nipple between his finger and thumb until I’m whimpering. Then his hands are gripping my ass, yanking me more firmly against him, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist and grind a second time and a third. Harder. Firmer. Along the whole girthy length of him.

His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me hungrily, swallowing all the noises that slip from my throat as the sensation between my thighs becomes more potent.

No one had touched me intimately. I am the only one who’s made myself come, and even then I don’t think I’m so good at it.

This feels utterly different. The heat of his body, the peculiar buzz in my stomach, his strong hands gripping me, moving me, forcing all these sensations from my body.

I lose the ability to kiss him back, he’s winding me so high and I’m so close. I sink my nails into his chest as my legs shake around him and my core tenses.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he whispers and I open my eyes to find him staring right at me. I don’t feel embarrassment or shame. Instead, I stare deep into those midnight eyes of his and I fall apart completely, a long twisted sigh falling from my lips as my whole body sings with pleasure.

It’s never felt like this. So all-consuming. So complete. So devastating.