Chapter Five
The growl that leaves my chest is nothing short of feral. All my life I’ve heard, why can’t you be someone else? Why do you have to be such an asshole? What the hell is wrong with you?
But not Harper. She’s just given me a long lost validation I didn’t know I was chasing.
She wants me. Just me, in whatever form I am.
Nothing has ever made me so hard, so fast. I grab her other thigh and carry her over to the bed, not leaving an inch of space as we drop onto our sides.
My towel is forgotten, peeled open to reveal my need for her.
It’s gone beyond desire. This visceral craving must be fulfilled or I’ll explode.
I can’t take not being near her any longer.
Her breath catches against my jaw as I shift, her thighs still caged in my grip.
She’s trembling, but she’s not pulling away.
When I drag my knuckles up the inside of her leg, the little sound she makes nearly undoes me.
I press my forehead to hers, our noses brushing, our breaths colliding, trying to get a grip on myself.
“Look at me,” I rasp. My voice is rough, a growl scraped from somewhere deeper than I’ve ever let anyone hear. Her eyes flutter open, wide and glassy.
I kiss her mouth like it’s the only thing keeping me alive, slow at first, then hungrier when she tilts her head to deepen it.
Her fingers tangle in my hair and pull, a gasp breaking between us.
I answer with a low, satisfied noise, dragging my lips down her throat, biting gently at the spot that makes her shiver.
“Tell me you want this,” I murmur against her skin. My thumb strokes circles over her hip, coaxing, teasing, feeling her arch into my touch.
“I want you, Rhys,” she whispers my name, gifting me her complete submission. The dark side of me thrums to life as if being stroked by her pleasure. We’ve needed this for weeks, this reconnection of what was served.
I know Harper regrets what she said about me that day, as if it's not the least I deserve.
There's no better person to give me a reality check, because I don't give a shit what anyone else says or thinks about me.
But still, I don't want or need her apology.
Harper can show me how she feels through her soft touches and gentle moans.
She can praise me with her tongue, licking my wounds clean and start healing me in a way only she can.
Yeah, I've got it real bad for this one.
I move my mouth back up to hers, swallowing her next breath with a kiss that’s half-devotion, half-threat.
My hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt to palm the soft curve of her waist, not rushing, but not gentle either.
She shivers, clutching my shoulders as I press her down into the mattress, our bodies aligning until there’s no space left.
“Harper…” It comes out like a prayer I didn’t mean to say.
Her skin is warm under my palms as I hook her knee higher and draw her closer until she’s flush against me.
The heat of her body sears straight through me, making it impossible to think.
“I don’t want to stop.” Her nails rake lightly across my back, driving me closer to the point of no return.
“Then don’t,” she whispers. For a heartbeat I hover there, breathing hard, watching her lips part in anticipation, the pulse at her throat hammering beneath my mouth.
My fingers slide into her waistband, inch by inch, the tension between us coiling tighter.
I don’t have the time to question why this feels so raw, why I feel so exposed.
We’ve fucked before, but this…this isn’t fucking. This is something else entirely.
The teeter I’ve been clinging to snaps. My mouth crashes onto hers, intent on devouring her whole whilst stripping her free of her clothes.
Her receivers go too, because I can’t trust what is going to come out of my mouth.
At least if only one of us hears it, I can pretend Harper doesn’t have me choking on the figurative leash she holds.
Ever since the first time I had her in here, chained and bound to her every whim, the collar hasn’t really come off. It’s only gotten tighter.
She’s all heat and soft skin beneath me, arching into my touch like she’s been waiting for this.
Waiting for me to show her how lonely I’ve been, trapped in a prison of my own making.
My palm covers her breast through the lace of her bra, my thumb sweeping over the peak until she gasps against my lips.
“You drive me fucking insane,” I growl, kissing her harder, tasting her moan as her legs hook around my waist. I grind against her, rough and needy, and she answers by pulling me tighter, forcing my erection to press harder against her soaked panties.
I can smell her lust, and it drives me freaking insane.
Dragging the fabric aside, I can’t help myself, can’t hold back anymore.
Thrusting inside her, Harper cries out and writhes within the cage I create around her.
Fuck, she feels incredible. Her pussy grips my cock, dragging against my piercings in the most delicious way.
It takes concentrated effort to stop myself from exploding then and there, a shudder rolling through my spine.
Burying my face against her neck, her nails imbed themselves into my back.
“Christ, Babygirl.” My hips jerk forward involuntarily, chasing her desperate cries.
I can’t get enough, rolling the head of my cock against her g-spot, drawing strangled cries from the both of us.
Afraid to put any space between us, I don’t withdraw from her searing hot cunt.
I’m in heaven, seethed tightly whilst my hips roll and drive us both closer to the abyss.
Everything else disappears. The academy, Clayton’s memory lurking like a shadow, the world outside of this room.
It’s just Harper and me, tangled together in reckless devotion, burning for something neither of us can control.
My grip on her panties becomes bruising, the stitching ripping free.
Desperate to have her bare beneath me, I fumble with the clasp of her bra, pulling back just long enough to drink her in.
We’re both panting and flushed, but she’s breath-taking.
She’s looking at me from beneath hooded eyes, like I’m not just a decay rotting everything I touch.
Right here in this moment, I’m the man she chooses.
Pulling out an inch, I sink back into her, a guttural sound ripping from my throat.
Spots pepper my vision, blinding me with the notion that we can stay like this forever.
Slamming into her deeper than I thought possible, Harper surprises me, as she always does, by raising her hips to meet my every thrust. Pressing my forehead against hers, I breathe her in, hunting for the anchor that stops me from spiraling completely.
I can’t fuck her the way I’m used to, using the tactics I’ve perfected.
Harper deserves to have my desire curve around her and bend to her will.
Every deep thrust is in tune with the pinch of her features, the whimpers escaping her lips.
She’s beautiful to watch, panting beneath me as her nails carve patterns into my skin that I want inked there.
I want to wear the evidence of this for everyone to see, because this is the day she’s truly broken me.
This is the moment I’ve become truly hers.