Chapter 23 #2
The playfulness in his tone shifted, heat replacing humor as his gaze darkened. The space between us dissolved, each step deliberate until I could feel the warmth of his body bleeding into mine, the air turning heavy with what neither of us wanted to name.
“Handsome, you said,” he rasped, his voice rougher now, words vibrating low in his throat.
His hand lifted, tracing the edge of my jaw with the backs of his fingers before sliding down, brushing the sensitive hollow at the base of my throat.
The touch was barely there, yet it felt filthy, dangerous.
“Say it again,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “But this time, don’t hide behind the campus, or anyone else. Say it like you mean it. You think I belong to you in a way no one else ever could, handsome only in your eyes.”
My breath hitched, my pulse wild and erratic. His hand found my hip, fingers tightening through the thin fabric of my skirt, thumb pressing down until the pressure sent sparks through me.
“Fuck, Edwina,” he growled, voice thick and wrecked with restraint. “You have no idea how close you are to sin when you look at me like that. One word from you—just one—and I’d ruin you right here. And the worst part?” His mouth brushed mine, the words a dark caress. “You’d fucking let me.”
The air between us snapped. His mouth crashed against mine before I could even breathe a protest.
The kiss wasn’t careful, it was possession and hunger, raw and consuming, a claiming that tore the air from my lungs and replaced it with his. His lips moved against mine with desperate precision, deep and punishing, as if he’d been starving for this and finally decided to feed.
The empty glass slipped from my hand, falling to the rug with a dull thud, forgotten as his hand slid to the small of my back, yanking me flush against him.
My body collided with his, the heat of him searing through every inch of restraint I had left.
I gasped into his mouth, and he caught it, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping past my lips with a guttural sound that shook through me.
I fisted his shirt, fingers clawing into the fabric, trying to anchor myself as he devoured me, kissed me until the room spun, until the only thing I knew was him, his mouth, his breath, his taste.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth hovered above mine, his breath ragged, hot.
“Wine,” he murmured, his voice molten and filthy.
“You taste like wine… but underneath?” His thumb dragged over my bottom lip, slow and deliberate.
“You taste like sin—sweet, forbidden, fucking perfect. Makes me want to find out if the rest of you tastes just as ruinous.”
His mouth ghosted against my jaw, the words a dark promise. “See, sweetheart?” he whispered, voice rough. “One taste, and you’re already mine.”
His hand gripped my thigh, dragging the hem of my skirt higher, dangerously higher, while his other hand remained at the back of my neck, keeping me where he wanted me.
I was trembling, caught between fear and a hunger that devoured every shred of reason.
His mouth ghosted along the line of my jaw, trailing lower until his teeth grazed the shell of my ear.
“Do you have any idea how close I am to throwing you on that desk?” he whispered, each word dark, heavy with promise. “How close I am to keeping you here until you can't even remember your own name?”
A whimper broke from me, humiliating in its desperation. His laugh was low, ominous.
“There it is, the sound I knew you'd make. You think you can hide it from me? That need? You're already mine, Edwina. And God help me, I won't ever let you go.”
Hayden's mouth ravaged mine, his tongue plunging deep with filthy swirls and tangles that left me panting and aching.
His palms burned scorching trails up my inner thighs, shoving the hem of my skirt roughly to my waist, exposing me completely.
Cool air caressed my drenched panties, the sheer lace concealing nothing.
“Say my fucking name,” Hayden growled against my lips, nipping savagely.
“I want to hear you scream it while I'm deep inside you.”
“Hay...” I whimpered, hips rocking wantonly, seeking friction.
“Hayden, please...” A guttural sound ripped from his throat as he ground his hard cock against my center, letting me feel every solid inch.
I nearly ignited on the spot. “Look at you, shaking and desperate, dripping all over.
That's right, baby. You came here wanting me to snap, to take you, to make you completely mine. Didn't you?”
I could only moan, arching into his touch, nails clawing at his shoulders. I craved more, craved everything. Hayden's smirk was pure sin. “Those sweet little whimpers are all because of me. I'll make you cry out in pleasure while I'm buried to the hilt in that perfect little pussy.”
Suddenly, I was weightless, the world tilting as he tossed me onto the center of his sprawling bed. He covered me like a predatory animal, every inch of him tightly coiled power and hard muscle. Pinning my wrists above my head, his other hand gripped my jaw possessively.
“You should run while you can,” he rasped, thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. “Because the things I'm going to do you...The ways I'll fuck you, use you, make you scream...I won't stop until you can't stand the thought of anyone else.”
My hips rocked at his obscene words, more arousal slicking my thighs. “Hayden,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider. “Please, I need you...”
“Oh, I know you do. And I'm going to fill you completely.” His mouth fused with mine in a soul-searing kiss, branding me as his. “Every last inch, until you're stretched to your limit. Brace yourself, baby, because tonight, every part of you belongs to me.”
Hayden's skilled fingers deftly undid the buttons of my shirt, spreading the fabric to reveal my breasts encased in lace. He hissed in appreciation, eyes black with lust. “Fuck, look at that...Wrapped up like a goddamn gift. I bet you taste as heavenly as you look.”
His fingers skimmed the lace edges teasingly before dragging the cups down, baring me entirely. I gasped as the cool air puckered my nipples into stiff peaks. Hayden's hungry gaze had me clenching deep inside.
“Hayden,” I whined, arching my back pleadingly.
“Mmm, so responsive. I can't wait to find out what other sounds I can draw out of you.” His tongue flicked out to circle one throbbing bud, wrenching a sharp cry from my lips.
“So responsive. I bet I could make you come just from playing with these gorgeous tits.”
He proved his point by drawing the stiff peak into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking hard.
I nearly arched off the bed, fingernails digging into his scalp as I held him close.
Hayden alternated between sucking, nibbling, and licking until I was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him.
Filthy words spilled from his swollen lips between licks.
“I can’t wait to watch these bounce while you ride my cock, baby. I’m going to bury myself so deep, fill you with every inch of my hard, pulsing flesh. You want that, don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you until you scream? Use you like my personal little plaything?”
His fingers trailed agonizingly slowly down my trembling stomach, dipping under my drenched panties. I could feel my arousal coating my thighs, perfuming the air.
“Christ, you’re absolutely soaked for me. Dripping down your thighs. What do you need, love? Hmm?” He circled my clit with the pad of one finger, not giving me nearly enough friction.
“Please, Hayden, please,” I babbled, rocking my hips, chasing his touch. “I need…I need you inside me, please…please!”
“My fingers? My cock? My tongue? Tell me exactly what you need, baby, and I might give it to you.”
He dipped the tip of one digit inside, teasing my entrance. I clenched around nothing, desperate for more.
“Your cock, please, fuck me, I need your cock, Hayden!” I blurted, mindless with lust.
He hummed approvingly. “Good girl.” With that, he thrust two thick fingers inside me to the hilt, wrenching a sharp scream of pleasure from my throat. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I need to stretch you before I fill you with cock.”
His skillful fingers pumped in and out, slowly at first, then faster, rougher, the wet sounds of my excitement filling the room. I was lost, reduced to a whimpering, begging creature, pleading for more, more, more.
“That’s it, take it, you greedy little thing. Clench me just like that.” He added a third finger, stretching me exquisitely. “I’m going make you take my whole hand one day. Wrench orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re limp and soaked.”
His filthy words wrenched my pleasure higher, coiling tighter and tighter in my core until I quivered on the edge. Hayden’s thumb circled my clit, once, twice…and I shattered, his name a scream on my lips as my pussy clenched rhythmically around his invading fingers.
“Hell yes, squeeze my fingers just like you’re going to clench my cock. So beautifully responsive.”
Hayden worked me through the aftershocks, rubbing my clit until I was a spent, sated puddle beneath him. But he was far from done with me yet. Hayden’s fingers slid from my still-quivering sheath, slick with my juices. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a groan.
“So delicious. I’ll never get enough of your honey, baby.”
I whined at the emptiness he left behind, watching wide-eyed as he opened his belt and fly, shoving his pants and boxers down his muscular thighs.
I gasped, eyes going wide at the sight of his cock, it was enormous.
Thick and long, throbbing with arousal, the head flushed and leaking pre-cum.
Dark veins wrapped around its length, making my mouth water and core clench.
I craved to be filled, to be stretched to my limit.