Chapter 503: Holy Hands, Dirty Mouth
Eventually, the kiss ended, like every good thing does. Only he didn’t move. Not yet.
Instead, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged as he tried to get himself under control.
Too bad, I much preferred it when he slipped his leash.
"I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time," he whispered, his voice wrecked and warm against my skin.
My hands trembled slightly as I traced the edge of his jaw. "Then why did you stop? Please," I begged, my body moving unconsciously under his. "Please don’t stop."
I whispered a single word in my heart, scared to say it out loud in case it made him pull back. But to me, the man over me would always have that special nickname in my head and my heart.
As if my words did something to him, the razor-edge restraint was gone. The kid gloves were taken off, and the expression in his eyes was just as obsessive as my own.
His hands were on me instantly—no hesitation, no second-guessing. His grip was firm, his body hot against mine as he pinned me back into the bed like the decision had already been made.
This wasn’t a negotiation. This was a confession. A reckoning.
He kissed me like I was air and he had gone too long without breathing. His mouth crashed into mine, deep and punishing and desperate. It wasn’t slow anymore. It wasn’t soft. His tongue tangled with mine, his teeth catching my bottom lip again, biting harder this time—but not too hard. Just enough to make me gasp, to make me arch up against him.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he growled, voice rough and shaking with everything he’d been holding back. "Do you have any idea what it’s been like?" he demanded.