Page 35 of Chaos & Corruption

“Oh, we’re going back to the apartment. This car is way too tight for all the things I’m gonna do to you tonight.” He pushes his fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head, bringing me closer to him. His mouth touches mine and he playfully nips at my lips.

There is nothing fake about the way he touches me or the way my body reacts. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue across his lips.

Lust.

Desire.

His groan.

My moan.

The pulsing between my legs.

It’s all real.

So fucking real.

Thirteen

Alex Reggiano

I couldn’t get enoughof her mouth. I was like a fucking fiend and in between lights, I found myself reaching over the console for another taste. When I finally pulled into my spot outside our apartment building, I couldn’t take any more. I undid her seatbelt and dragged her onto my lap. My mouth crashed over hers and I kissed her until her lips were twice their usual size and bruised.

The girl can kiss.

Make a man wonder how he’s gone without her mouth his whole life.

I shuffle us out of my car and lead her into the building and up the stairs, pausing on every floor to push her against the wall and steal another taste. Her mouth is just as greedy as mine and her hands just as impatient, roaming over my body, undoing the buttons of my shirt.

Make a man wonder how he will go the next three days without her touch.

By the time we reach my apartment, my shirt is both untucked and completely unbuttoned, and Victoria’s dress is barely covering her ass. I somehow manage to tear myself away from her long enough to get the door open and push her inside. I don’t know if my roommates are home, nor do I give a fuck. My need to devour her is too great.

Too fucking feral.

I’m like an animal that’s been woken after a long slumber.

Hungry and ready to tear at my prey.

I lead her straight to my room and lock the door. She turns to me and my eyes dart to her lips.

Swollen as fuck and begging for more.

Make a man wish the sight of her can be the last thing he sees every night before he closes his eyes.

She hooks her thumbs under the thin straps of her dress and starts to lower them down her shoulders. I move quickly, closing the distance between us and shove her hands away.

Make a man want to take his time.

Savor her.

Worship her.

“No,” I rasp, pinning her arms to her sides. Our eyes lock and I slowly trail my fingers up her arms. “I’ve been dreaming of undressing you since I picked you up tonight.”

If I’m being honest, that’s been the dream since I first laid eyes on her, but I don’t tell her that.

A small smile toys on her lips as she slides out of her heels.

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