Page 48 of Creep

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. The innocent gesture ignited a fire within me, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue seeking entrance. My tongue swept over her bottom lip, taking in more of the taste of her. She opened for me like the good girl she was, and we both groaned as my tongue swiped across hers.

Fuck. This was the sweetest torture.

She pulled a little harder on my hair, causing a slight sting to form at my scalp, and I pulled her flush against me, my hands moving over her body, taking in her small, pliant form. She melted into me, soft curves molding perfectly against hard planes. The beast inside roared its approval, urging me to take more, to claim what was rightfully mine. It felt like what little control I had was being doused in gasoline, and Lia held the matches.

Fuck.

“Mael,” she moaned out, breaking the kiss. Her chest pushed up against mine as she tried to catch her breath.

I trailed my lips along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below her ear. She gasped, arching into me. “Tell me to stop,” I commanded desperately.

She shook slightly against me.

“Lia. Tell me to stop. I don’t think I can control myself with you. Not like this. Not here.”

“S-Stop,” she said meekly.

I pressed a hard kiss against her lips.

“Say it like you mean it. If you don’t, I’ll end up taking you here, and I don’t think you’re ready for that, are you, sweet girl?”

My words seemed to have the intended effect because she pulled back and looked at me.

We didn’t say anything for a moment, just let the silence in the air between us be filled with our harsh breathing.

Her skin was flushed, and her lips were swollen. How fucking tempting she looked right now.

“We should eat,” she said with a small smile.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Right. Let’s eat.”

And that was what we did, even if food was the last thing on my mind.

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I probably shouldn’t be sneaking backinto her apartment like this, but like an addict, I couldn’t seem to reason with myself not to do it.

It was late. Just a few hours since I dropped her off from our first date.

We had shared another heavy make-out session in my car before she left me and drove home. I knew she had been in bed for some time now.

She should be asleep.

I moved through the quiet and dark apartment, heading straight to her bedroom. I could barely make out her small form huddled beneath her blanket.

Her breathing was even.

She was asleep.

I stood where I was and watched her for a moment, feeling a lightness in my heart that hadn’t been there before.

I moved closer to her, pulling the blanket back and getting into bed with her. I banded my arms around my girl, pulling her in closer, obsessing over every little sound she made, and still feeling like this closeness with her wasn’t enough.

Fuck, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how much distance I could eliminate between us, it still wouldn’t be enough.

She was my favorite subject. Someone I could spend two eternities studying and knowing I wouldn’t be bored.

And I wondered just how long it would take me to convince her of that.

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