Page 272 of The Curse Trilogy

His lips consuming mine as his body continues its incredible thrashing silences my wandering, concerned mind. He continues jerking my hips against him, and my nails slide up his back as his lips move to my neck. The crashing sound of the once dormant objects piled on his desk rattle throughout the soundproof room.

He jerks me back up before throwing me against his overstuffed bookcase, and the scent of old pages mingles with the stench of hot sex. His lips curl against mine for a second, and then his teeth tug at my bottom lip as his panting breaths become savage. I grip the back of his neck while holding myself up, and his hands cling to the backs of my thighs as he surges into me with his delicious power.

“You want me?” he asks in a grunted, sexy-as-Hale sort of way.

“I want you,” I gush out through my vicious moans.

His lips attack mine again, and it’s almost impossible to breathe anymore. Between his soft, perfect, and devilishly divine lips entangled with mine and the exhilaratingly exhausting pace he has set, there are very few bursts of air entering my lungs. Each time his grip tightens, I get that much more turned on.

His need for me is the most exciting, fulfilling, and incredible feeling. His desire for me is enough to heat me to the core. It’s beyond anything every described by anyone, and it’s enough to send my ragged breaths into even more savage gasps.

“I need you baby,” he growls against my lips, and my tears threaten to fall as I begin to feel the building.

I only kiss him that much harder to keep myself from shouting out I love you. His punishing rhythm continues until I can’t hold my screams back any longer. His perfect thrusts have caused too much pleasure for me to deny any longer, and I cry out my ecstasy.

He doesn’t slow right away, and my over sensitized body shivers and convulses against his merciless pounding. His lips attack my neck, and then they find the spot between my shoulder and neck he loves so much. I’m terrified he’s about to break the skin as he bites down, but he keeps his blood bringers sheathed. It shouldn’t disappoint me considering I didn’t want to let things get this out of hand, but I actually have to fight the urge to beg him to do it.

He finally surges into me one last time, and I shiver delightfully as his warmth fills me. He holds me to his body as he gasps for air, and his dampened forehead presses against mine as my quivering legs stay wrapped around him.

His lips graze mine, but he’s too out of breath to try and kiss me right now. I’m grateful for the fresh, cool air refreshing my lungs as it rushes in. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck while resisting the urge to beg for more.

“That was-”

“Unexpected and very, very bad,” I say to interrupt what ever wonderful thing he was about to say.

“I suppose I was a little rusty. At least it wasn’t a three year sabbatical this time though,” he jokes.

I roll my eyes, and his lips finally do find mine once more.

“That’s not what I mean,” I grumble, my words muffled by the sensational kiss.

“Stop. Don’t ruin this moment. I know you’re not falling back into my arms just yet, but let me enjoy this right now. I’ve been desperate to be with you for so fucking long, and I don’t want to hear how badly you regret it because you don’t. I know you loved it as much as I did, and I know that means you’re not far away from finally seeing how perfect we are together. Don’t take that away from me, please,” he gently pleads in a slightly scolding tone.

“You’re right. I wanted it - I quite possibly needed it - but don’t get too far ahead. Nothing has changed between us. I don’t want to hurt you the way I was hurt, Hale. It would kill me to rush into anything when I’m still so fucking confused,” I whimper, and he pulls me tighter while kissing my forehead.

“I know you’re confused, I know I pushed you down this road, and I know Brazen still poses some threat, but that doesn’t mean you and I won’t be together again. I’m allowed to love you, I’m allowed to wait for you to figure it out, and I’m allowed to hope. That’s what I’ll do until you make your decision.”

I sigh despairingly, and then I offer him one last sweet kiss before walking over to my bag.

“We should get dressed before Clay gets here. I’m surprised it’s taking him so long,” I murmur to derail the conversation.

“He was in the middle of a meeting with some of the full bloods and humans.”

I can hear the sadness in his tone, and it aches to know I’m the reason for that. I avoid eye contact while pulling on a pair of underwear which hasn’t been shredded to pieces. I see Hale smirking as he buttons his pants back up. He removes the shirt I’ve shredded while clawing up his back and tosses it into the trash before pulling out a fresh one from his office closet.

I narrow my eyes at the suspicious amount of shirts and ties hanging in the small space.

“So you get a lot of action in your office?” I snark while pulling on my shirt a little angrily.

He laughs upon hearing my little remark as he tucks his shirt in.

“No. I keep clothes on hand in case of spontaneous business meetings. I do all my work in here due to security purposes, and I’m not always dressed professionally when I’m here. In the event I’m needed for an impromptu meeting, I can change without having to go back to my apartment. I told you I haven’t been with anyone but you since the day I met you.”

His amusement only agitates me, and the fact he has been so loyal makes me feel guilty for loving Brazen. I’m so fucked up.

Clay walks in the second I finish dressing. Hale has reassembled his desk, and he’s sitting behind it while dissecting the small camera.

“Someone has been fucking spying on me?” Clay growls.