Page 18 of Messy AF
Though he still didn’t open his eyes, his hands came to rest atop my thighs, his fingers brushing up and down the bare skin. “Angel, I assure you I’m listening.”
“Really?” I challenged. “Then what did I say?”
“It’s over,” he mumbled. “You said it’s over. You said the side effects are—”
His eyes snapped open, and he stared up at me, all remnants of sleep vanishing in an instant.
“Yes.” I bobbed my head excitedly, filled with a happiness I could barely contain.
Warren shot up in the bed, the movement so fluid and swift that he went from prone to upright in less time than it took me to blink.
“You’re serious?” The tips of his fingers dug into my thighs, his grip tight and perfect. “The dizziness, the fatigue?”
“Gone. It’s all gone.”
“That’s…I…”
When words failed him, he palmed the back of my neck, pulling me in as he crushed our mouths together. He didn’t just kiss me either. He ate at me, biting and licking before plunging between my lips, every stroke of his tongue filled with hunger and desperation.
My pulse immediately shot into the red zone, my heart pounding out a hard tattoo against my ribs. I grabbed at his shoulders, my fingers biting into the hard muscles, trying to steady myself as I gasped for breath.
He had always been so careful with me, so reserved, every action a reflection of how fragile I’d been. But there was no hesitation in his touch now.
He held me roughly, his hands groping and searching. Gone was the tentative whisper of lips or the cautiously measured control. Now, he kissed me with a dark possessiveness, taking what I had been too weak to offer him before.
Now, he kissed me like he owned me.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. My head spun, not from some janky sleep potion, but with the dizziness of desire. I absorbed every touch, every growl, taking in every raw emotion until I felt drunk on him.
The hand on my thigh traveled up my torso, rubbing and caressing, fanning the flames until the fire consumed me. Warren’s fingers danced over my collarbones, then up the column of my throat, where he gripped my jaw, forcing my head to the side.
Kiss broken, I panted fast and shallow, my chest heaving and my body trembling. He nibbled along my jaw, tracing the curve with his lips, then caught my earlobe between his teeth with a low growl and tugged.
“Still okay?” he rasped.
My lungs ached, and every nerve ending sparked like a live wire, but if he needed me to burn for him, I could do that. “Still okay.”
“I want you, angel.” He scraped the tips of his fangs down the side of my neck, then retraced the path with his tongue to pacify the sting. “I want you right here. Right now.” His mouth closed around the jumping vein in my throat, sucking the skin between his lips. “Say yes.”
As if it could ever be anything else.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes.”
Locking an arm around my waist, he lifted me easily and ripped the comforter away, tossing it to the floor before lowering me back into his naked lap. My hiss ended in a strangled moan when our erections slid together, and a deep, involuntary shudder racked my frame at the feel of his hard, hot body pressed against mine.
“Hurry,” I breathed.
I felt like I had been hovering on the edge all week, wound tight and stretched thin, and I couldn’t wait any longer. A steady thrum pulsed through me, my muscles vibrating with expectation, and my cock throbbed, spilling precum that smeared across the skin of my mate’s abs.
“Please, Warren.” I clutched at his shoulders, needy and frantic. “I can’t…I can’t…”
A growl rumbled in his chest, predatory and filled with dangerous promises. “Easy, angel.” Leaning back, he looked into my eyes, his stormy irises ringed with that crimson light I had come to associate with intense emotion. “Don’t I always take care of you?”
Smooth and effortless, he leaned back, his shoulders hovering a few inches from the mattress as he stretched to the side, reaching for the nightstand. He didn’t fumble clumsily in the drawer, but simply reached inside, every movement confident and precise.
Then he was back, his mouth on mine again, sucking and nibbling, swallowing down every answering moan.
Lost in him, drowning in sensations, I arched back with a quiet whimper when a slick finger slid down my crease and tapped at my entrance. He entered me slowly, pressing in to the first knuckle while he continued to distract me with hungry kisses and dark growls.
