Chapter 21
Lana
I take his hand and stand up like it’s a mechanism at this point. His hand feels amazing in mine, and I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
Ecstatic.
We barely have time to grab our coats, but I insist on doing it because I’m sure they are expensive.
“Where is your apartment?” I ask him as he drags me outside. We are outside, and it’s even colder now because it’s nighttime. The parking lot is abandoned, and we are the only ones here.
“So, where?” I ask him again because M hasn’t even looked at me since I asked him the question. I thought that he would have opened the door for me, but he does none of that. He spins me around and pins me against his car.
His hands land on my hips, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. The moment that happens, he is still holding me by the waist with one hand while the other grabs the back of my neck. He brutally pulls my face toward his, and with a force so intense, our lips crash.
My hands interlock behind his neck while our mouths are fighting to come up for air. I’m doing nothing to stop this, and neither is he. His lips are so soft while his tongue is making circles around mine in my mouth. It’s like we are fighting over who is going to kiss whom.
He gently sucks on my bottom lip, and I moan because of the movement, and then I’m moving my tongue slowly in and out of his mouth.
My wickedness perfectly matching his. He pulls me even closer, and without thinking, I start rubbing myself against him.
My anticipation is rising because I feel his erection against my core, and I feel my panties dampening.
I’m fucking wet, and my core is burning. Aching to have him inside of me.
“Fuck, little hummingbird, if I don’t fuck you soon, I will fucking die,” he says between breaths, and I moan in agreement. Before we part, I bite his bottom lip and draw a bit of blood. The metallic taste of blood is not only between us, but it’s hitting my nose.
“Oh my God,” I almost scream.
“Does my blood turn on my little hummingbird?” I try to shake my head, but I can’t. With the kind of man that M is, it’s better to be honest from the start.
“You—” A kiss on the cheek. “Dirty—” A kiss on my other cheek. “Little—” A kiss on my forehead. “Hummingbird.” M kisses me hard on the mouth while he starts rubbing his cock against my core.
“M, let’s fucking go,” I tell him through shallow breaths. The rhythm slows as we rub against each other, and he steps back with a smile. He releases me and motions for me to move to the side. He opens the door and lets me get into the car. Once we are both in the car, he turns toward me.
“So, what are we going to do?”