Page 114 of Heart of Thorns
She lifts her head, her tongue poking out between her lips. “To death?”
“It’ll be a heavenly experience.” I smirk. “Although the sight of you on your knees is doing something to me, kitten.”
“Good.” She takes me in her mouth again.
She’s too skilled in the blow job department.
I grab her and haul her up, pushing her harder against the lockers. Iwasgoing to play nice. In a way. But now? I catch herwrists again, in one hand, and yank her leggings down with the other. She kicks them and her panties away, her gaze hot on my face.
When I raise her leg and hook it around my hip, she automatically lifts her other. I keep her supported against the wall, her wrists in my hand… and my other now free to travel. It goes between her legs, and I tap her clit.
Her hips jerk.
“Hmm,” I murmur. “I don’t hear much begging.”
“I’m waiting for my heavenly experience,” she retorts.
I snicker. “Yeah?”
“The sex, the kisses…”
“You already know my kissing is supreme.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Now.” I lean in until my lips hover over hers. “You seem like you need a reminder.”
Besides kissing in public—the quick, close-mouthed kind, we haven’t really kissed. Not since we put more distance between us… the night after the party.
In all honesty, I feel like I need to be the one begging. I’m the one who freaked out, who kicked her out of my house. I’m the one who feels rotten about it, and who has come crawling back.
So I don’t make her beg. I’ll give her exactly what she wants.
Needs.
As soon as she leans forward a hair…
Her warm brown eyes meet mine, and her breath coasts against my lips. She seems to be deciding something. Maybe just peering into my soul through my eyes.
My cock isright there, between her legs. It found its place naturally, notched at her entrance, as if I needed any more proof that this thing was never fucking fake.
She kisses me.
I part our lips and take a taste of her mouth, at the same time thrusting up into her. I catch her moan, her body trembling around me. Her hands curl above us, but I only tighten my grip.
Then, quickly, I pull away from her.
“I told you I have an aversion to touch.” Our noses brush.
“Yeah,” she whispers.
“That’s why…” I look up at her trapped wrists. “I’ve done this to you a few times.”
“I know, Cassius.” She slow-blinks, her pussy clenching around me. “I know. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. Because you’re not…”You’re not any girl.Slowly, one finger at a time, I release her hands. “Touch me.Please.”
She lowers her arms. Her fingers skim along the side of my neck, down to my shoulders. Then lower, between us, until she can lift my shirt up and off. Her palms brush my chest, and I close my eyes at the sensation.