Chapter 29 #2
“I can’t stop. I can’t get you out of my head. That’s the problem.”
I should stop this. I should say something.
But I don’t. I can’t. I won’t.
He’s on me before I can even react. His fingers lift to my cheek—not rough, not gentle, but something in between. A touch that demands my full attention.
My breath catches. My pulse stutters.
I should shove him away. I should be angry. But I’m not. Because his eyes aren’t just angry. They’re furious . Wild.
Possessive in a way that makes something dark and needy coil low in my stomach.
A violent shiver races through me.
His jaw clenches, something breaking behind his eyes. Like he’s fighting himself. Like he knows he shouldn’t.
His voice drops.
“Fuck it.”
Rough. Desperate. Guttural.
Haiyden grips my face with both hands, his hold insistent, controlling—like he needs to feel me, needs to claim me. His mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my breath, devouring.
His lips are hot, demanding.
His teeth graze my lower lip before his tongue slides against mine.
And I melt.
A sound breaks from his throat—a groan, a growl, something desperate and aching. He turns us, walking me backward, his mouth never leaving mine. Every brush of fabric against skin burns.
My hands press to his chest, fingers splaying wide over heat and muscle. His heartbeat pounds beneath my palm, thick and heavy, like he’s barely holding himself back.
But he is holding back. I can feel it.
The restraint in his grip.
The way his fingers twitch like he wants to grab me harder. Like he’s at war with himself.
And then suddenly, he’s not.
His hands tear from my face and find the places the man touched me. His mouth follows .
His teeth sink into my shoulder first, hard, pulling a startled gasp from my lips. He soothes it instantly, tongue sweeping over the sting, but it doesn’t soften the intent.
It brands me.
Mine.
His lips drag lower, finding the exact spot where the man’s fingers curled against my bare skin. His tongue slides across it, slow and intimate, like he’s erasing the touch.
“No one else,” he growls against my skin in a broken rasp. “Only me.”
I watch him.
I don’t even blink.
I’m scared if I close my eyes, even for a second, this will all go away.
My back meets the desk, and Haiyden crowds into my space. His kiss turns hungrier, rougher.
One hand drifts lower, fingers tracing my neck, my collarbone, before sliding beneath the thin strap of my dress.
He continues the descent, and in one swift movement, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sound that escapes me is involuntary—a loud, breathless squeal, chased by a moan he swallows with a wicked smile.
His lips curve against mine, teasing. Taunting.
I chase the kiss, our teeth clashing as we devour each other. His hands roam with a mix of aggression and admiration, mapping my body like he’s staking a claim.
His fingers slide around my hips, squeezing the curve of my ass, pulling me closer .
A sharp yelp slips out, and I feel the smug twitch of his lips before he presses them to my throat.
His hands dip lower, fingers sliding up my bare thighs, finding the hem of my dress and lifting it—just enough to expose me.
I hear his breath catch. A low curse rumbles from his throat.
He exhales sharply, almost like a laugh.
“You didn’t wear panties.”
His voice is low. Accusatory. Filthy.
I bite my lip, a slow smile curling at the edges. “Seemed like a good idea.”
His fingers dig into my thighs. His breathing is heavy. Controlled, but barely.
“Your bare pussy was out.”
His voice is gritted, wrecked.
“You sat across the bar. All night. Watching me like that.”
His fingers move slowly, barely pressing where I need them most.
“Have you been wet for me all night, Calla?”
A strangled sound escapes me as he strokes through my slick folds, drawing it out. “Yes.”
Haiyden groans, frustration and restraint warring in his voice. His lips ghost against my throat, his stubble scraping over the sensitive skin.
He finds my collarbone. My shoulder.
And he bites me again.
A gasp rips from me. My legs tremble. His tongue sweeps over the imprints, soothing, but it only makes the growing heat worse.
His voice is a threatening rasp against my skin. “Remember who you belong to. ”
One last lick over the bruised skin—and he drops to his knees.
His face is level with my bare pussy, dark, hooded eyes locking onto mine. He takes a slow inhale, like he’s breathing me in, and his fingers spread, pressing into the soft skin of my thighs, holding me open.
He drags a single finger through my wetness, eyes fixed on my face.
“Christ, Calla,” he mutters. “You’re soaked.”
His thumb circles my clit. Featherlight.
Torturous.
I jerk, a whimper slipping free before I can stop it.
He groans, his mouth hovering just shy of where I need him. “All fucking night,” he growls. “Walking around like this. Were you hoping I’d find out?”
Before I can respond, his tongue flicks against me—a slow, filthy stroke that steals the air from my lungs.
A strangled sound escapes me as my head tilts back, fingers clutching the edge of the desk.
He pushes a finger inside me—just one at first, slow, teasing, dragging out the moment until I’m squirming. Then another. Stretching. Filling. Curling just right.
I gasp, hips tilting toward him.
He hums against me, smug. “That’s it. Let me feel you.”
His tongue flicks against me, his fingers working inside me at a pace that keeps me right on edge—never enough to fall, never enough to stop needing.
I whimper, legs trembling, skin flushed and raw. My walls clench around his fingers as he moves, like he’s testing how much I can take .
“So needy, aren’t you?” he groans.
His free hand grips me tighter, holding me still as his mouth licks into me again.
Every time I think I might regain control, he shifts—changing pace, changing pressure, teasing until I’m gasping, begging, undone.
My nails dig into his shoulders. “Haiyden, please.”
He groans against me, his fingers curling deep. “Say it again.”
“Please,” I whimper, voice catching, breaking.
He gives in. His fingers thrust faster, deeper. His tongue drags over me. The pressure builds, until it snaps loose inside me.
“Fuck, Haiyden—”
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, my moans filling the quiet space, my thighs tightening around his head, my fingers tangled in his hair.
He doesn’t stop until I’m begging.
Dazed and breathless, I look down just as he withdraws his fingers from me—
Only to bring them to his mouth and suck them clean.
His eyes never leave mine, a slow, deliberate show that sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through me.
“You taste so fucking good, Calla.”
My head spins. My breath comes too fast. My body hums.
He stands, towering over me, pressing his body into mine. He rests his forehead against mine, our breaths syncing into a quiet, charged rhythm. His fingers flex at my hips, still gripping like he can’t let me go.
“We’re leaving. Now ,” he growls, eyes closing like he’s fighting for restraint. “If I’m fucking you, I’m not doing it here. ”
I nod, already reaching for him, already willing to follow.
I’d let him take me anywhere.