Page 326 of Eternal
That’s when he smiled.
“No,” he said. Soft. Almost gentle. “It’s okay.” Then his hand slid up, gripping my tie. Tight. And then his fingers curled in the knot of my tie. Pulled.Hard. “Come here,” he murmured.
And I was pulled forward, chest to chest, breath stolen from my mouth. Then he kissedme.
His lips moved, soft but brutal, like he was trying to say something in a language I didn’t quite understand yet. But somehow, when I kissed him back, it felt like my mouth understood him anyway.
We pull apart long enough to breathe.
“Why did you kiss me…” I ask.
He rests his forehead against mine, his voice low, needy, restrained, “Don’t ask why.” A pause. Then, “Just give me your mouth,partner.”
And I did.
We barely pull apart, gasping for air, lungs burning.
His breath fans over my lips, ragged, urgent, like he’s barely holding himself together.
Our mouths crash back together, open, greedy, tongues tangling in a wild, frantic rhythm.
“Damir…” slips out of me, raw and desperate, spilling from somewhere deep and unfiltered.
His hands slam into my hips, fingers digging in tight, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
I’m pressed so hard against him I feel every heartbeat, every shudder of muscle beneath his shirt.
My fingers scrape up his neck, and when I pull back for air, I catch the streaks of my lipstick smudged across his skin, messy and bold exactly like this moment.
He growls low, teeth grazing the hollow of my throat, biting hard, making me shiver, the way his mouth moves in hungry, relentless kisses down my skin.
His body crushes into mine, every movement is brutal, hips shifting slowly, pressing, grinding without purpose but with all the urgency of something needing release.
His hands roam, tracing the curves and lines he knows too well, like memorizing me again.
He pulls back for a second, voice low and rough. “I missed you.”
I smile against his lips, breathless. “I was with you all night long.”
He shakes his head, a slow grin tugging at his mouth. “No. I’ve been away from you for an hour.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up. “It’s just an hour...”
“Well, it was the longest hour of my life.” He chuckles, and the sound vibrates against my skin as he closes the space between us again, claiming me with a kiss that promises everything and nothing all at once.
His lips linger on mine, slow and heavy, like he’s trying to memorize every line before we move.
He pulls back again, breath warm against my cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”
I raise an eyebrow, my skin still tingling where his hands rest on my hips. “Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
I bite my lip, thinking about the beach. We were there a few days ago, the salt air still fresh in my mind. “Maybe the beach again.”
His eyes soften, but then my gaze flickers down and catches it, dark stains on his shirt.
“What’s that?” I whisper, voice barely steady.
