Chapter 16 #3
I pull my fingers from her mouth and use the same hand to touch her between us.
She gasps loudly, panting.
“Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” I roll my hips into her, slow and deep, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Give me more, beautiful.”
She does.
A broken sound, and then my name.
Then a curse.
There she is. Loud and alive, mine—not in any way I have the right to claim, but in the way my body understands anyway.
Her hand slides between us, wrapping around the base of me where I disappear inside of her.
I nearly lose rhythm, and she smiles wickedly. “I think I’d look more beautiful with my mouth full.”
Every muscle in my body locks. “Halston.”
Her filthy smile turns triumphant, like she finally found the part of me that I’ve been trying to hide.
I grip her harder, moving again. Harder. The counter shifts beneath her, and her legs lock tighter around me. The angle drives me deeper, and she breaks from my mouth to gasp.
“There. Warren, right there.”
I keep that angle.
Her nails drag down my back, and the sting makes my control slip another inch. I grip her ass and pull her closer to the edge of the counter, driving into her in long, hard strokes.
Her sounds fill the kitchen in little broken pleas she would probably deny later if I were cruel enough to repeat them.
I’m not cruel. But I’ll remember every single one.
She hooks her arm around my shoulder, and I bring my lips to hers, biting into her soft flesh. When she moans, I bite harder. Not enough to break skin, but enough to leave the shape of me there for a while.
Her head falls back. “That’s mine,” I say against the mark.
She trembles.
Her eyes are furious with want. “Say that again.”
“That’s mine.”
She shakes her head. “Change the first word.”
I give her this. “You’re mine, Halston. Every inch of you.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her breath breaks as I thrust harder. “Again.”
I slide my hand to her throat, close it around her neck, and lightly squeeze the sides. Her chin lifts, and her eyes roll back.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does. Barely.
I move inside of her, deep and slow now, trying to draw it out. My mouth is close to hers.
Her pulse leaps. “You want to come inside me so bad, don’t you?” she whispers.
If I have any control left, it’s obliterated.
The question is obscene. Cruel. And she knows exactly what it does to me.
“Yes,” I say, because lying would be useless. “So badly.”
Her breath catches under my palm, and I loosen my grip, but she catches my wrist.
“No,” she whispers. “Harder.”
I search her face, and she nods.
I keep my hand there and tighten my hold. With my other hand, I reach down and find her clit.
She cries out. Again. Louder. Exactly what I asked for.
“Come for me again, Hal.”
“I can’t.”
“You can, baby. I know you can.”
“Warren—”
“You can.” I move my thumb slowly, my hips not stopping, my hand steady at her throat. “And you will.”
Her face crumples.
I know the moment she starts to break. Her thighs shake first, then her breath breaks. Then her mouth opens around my name, and I catch it with mine because I can’t stand the distance.
She comes hard enough that her body locks around me. Hard enough that my hand leaves her throat and grips the counter because I can’t trust myself with anything delicate right now.
Hard enough that I almost follow her immediately.
I hold on.
She slumps against me, shaking, and I kiss her cheek. Her temple.
The corner of her mouth.
“Good girl, baby.”
She makes a wrecked sound. I feel it everywhere.
Her eyes open, hazy and satisfied and still not done ruining me. “Warren.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to come.”
“I will.”
“No.” Her hand slides to my jaw. “Give me everything you’ve got.” She kisses me once. “I want you undone.”
I grip her hips, and she smiles. “Come on, Warren,” she whispers. “Let me have it.”
I break.
I fuck her harder. I’m so far past measured. Past the version of me that keeps everything locked away.
Halston takes all of it.
Hands in my hair, mouth against mine, body open and trembling and demanding. She keeps her eyes on mine.
It comes fast.
Built by days of wanting her, of stopping myself from fucking my fist to thoughts of her beneath me, of remembering the way her pussy tasted and the curve of her lips against mine.
Of pretending like there’s still a clean exit for me.
There’s nothing clean about this.
Only Halston.
I bury myself deep and come with my face pressed into her neck, teeth catching the soft skin there as pleasure pulses through me.
It drags out of me so hard that I forget to be ashamed of the sound.
So hard that my grip on her hips may leave marks and the entire world shrinks down to her arms around me and her voice in my ear.
“There he is,” she whispers.
I stay buried inside of her, breathing hard against her throat, unable to move.
For several seconds, there is no leaving.
No Maryland.
No temporary.
Only Halston’s fingers in my hair and the terrifying knowledge that the most dangerous part of tonight isn’t coming undone for her.
It’s that she sees me this way and I desperately want her to keep looking.