Page 30 of Misery In Me

“Done that before a few times, have we?” I laugh softly in his ear, and he drops me on the cushion. I look up at him, my laughter fading as desire fills the air between us. Gage’s emerald eyes darken with intensity, a hunger that matches my own.

He lowers himself onto the couch beside me, his fingers tracing a path from my collarbone over my clothes to the curve of my waist, igniting a trail of goosebumps along my skin. The electricity between us is palpable, crackling with forbidden passion.

But even as his touch sends chills all over my body, a voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the consequences we’ll face if we surrender to this temptation. I can’t let feelings blind me to the reality of our situation.

With a deep breath, I summon the strength to pause, placing my hand on his chest. Gage’s gaze flickers with confusion and longing, as if he can sense the turmoil within me.

“Gage,” I say, my voice trembling. “Are you sure?”

His fingers still on my skin, Gage looks into my eyes, his own filled with burning desire. “You feel that,” he murmurs, rubbing his hard cock between my thighs. “Do you see how much I want you? How much I need you? I’m sure.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Unless you want to stop?”

A heavy, charged silence hangs in the air, a lingering echo of his intensely spoken words. He wants me. No, he said he needs me. The seductive whisper of those words played on repeat in my head, their intoxicating promise pulling me toward reckless abandon.

“No, I don’t want to stop.” I say, my voice fading to nothing more than a whisper. “Touch me, Gage.”

Gage’s hand reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sends flutters and warmth throughout my stomach, making my heart race wildly against my ribs. He leans in closer, his face inches from mine, and I can feel his warm breath on my skin.

I look up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I see the desire there. It’s like a spark has been lit, and we’re both ready to ignite. Gage’s lips brush against mine, soft and gentle at first. It’s like he’s testing the waters, seeing how I’ll react. But as soon as our lips touch, I know that I’m in trouble.

We’re in trouble.

Our kiss deepens, and Gage’s hand wraps around my thigh, situating himself between them. His body pressed against mine,his chest against my breasts and his hips against the back of my thighs. We’re molded together like two pieces of a puzzle.

The kiss is intense, passionate, and all-consuming. It’s like we’re drowning in each other, unable to come up for air. Gage’s tongue explores my mouth, dancing with mine in a sensual rhythm. I feel myself getting lost in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure of his kiss.

Breaking apart for a moment to catch our breath, Gage looks at me with eyes that are blazing with desire. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he says, his voice low and husky.

“I’ve wanted you too,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gage’s eyes flash with heat, and he leans in again, his lips crashing down on mine. This time, the kiss is more intense, more passionate. We’re not just kissing, we’re devouring each other. Our tongues are tangled, our lips are pressed tightly together, and our bodies are molded against each other.

As we kiss, Gage’s hands start to roam over my body. He gently caresses my face, his touch lingering on my neck before moving to my shoulders. His fingers trail down my arms, sending shivers down my spine. I feel like I’m melting into his touch, the warmth of his skin searing into mine. A delicious oblivion.

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly that I can feel his heart beating against mine. We’re synchronized in our passion, moving together like two lovers who have known each other’s bodies for years.

Gasping for breath, we pull apart, and that’s when I see it, the intense, burning desire in Gage’s eyes. “I want you,” he murmurs. He thrusts against me, grinding himself against my clit.

My response came out as a moan. “I want you too.”

Gage’s eyes flash with heat again, and he leans in. We’re not just kissing now; we’re making love with our mouths. I notice his grimace and he tries to hide it. This must be excruciating for him, so I push against his chest. “Lie down.”

He sits up on his knees, and I raise a brow at him. “Go on, listenlike a good boy.”Gage looks at me in surprise but leans back, getting comfortable with a pillow under his head for support, and I climb on top of him. Straddling his waist, I lean down and let my lips ghost over his ear. “Look at you, following orders.” Placing a kiss just under his earlobe before moving to his neck.

“I’m great at taking orders,” his hands grabbing my ass through the fabric of my jeans and pushing himself against my center, sighing quietly. A playful grin creeps across my face as I grind down against him, nibbling at his lower lip when he gets harder beneath me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Gage groans, his voice low as he presses a kiss on my jaw, bucking his hips, letting me feel how I’m making him feel. Delicious pressure builds low in my belly as I let my body’s instinct take over.

“Fuck,” moaning into his neck. I move my hips back and forth with the pressure increasing the more my clit rubs against Gage’s now fully hard cock. He has a firm grip on my hips and I just know there are going to be little bruises tomorrow from his fingertips.

The idea of that makes my heart flutter.

“Come on, let me hear you,” Gage grunts as he thrusts his hips up while dragging me against him simultaneously. “I bet you sound so pretty when you come, Ale.” I finally give in and let out the moans slip out and he groans in approval. “That’s my girl.” Gage shuts his eyes, letting his head drop to the pillow. I knew from the way his hands tightened on my hips andhis breathing became more erratic that he was getting close to coming.

So I lean back down again, latching my lips onto his neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin while I let him control the pace.

“You can’t leave marks,” he whimpers. “N-not on my neck.”

With a wicked smile, I lean in close to his ear, my warm breath grazing his skin. “Who said anything about your neck?” I whisper, my voice dripping with desire. Gage’s eyes widen in surprise. I trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of his skin. My lips dance across his collarbone as I reach down, grabbing the hem of his shirt.

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