Page 52 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
And I never want it to end.
Steady fingers drag down my collar bone. They ghost over the thin layer of my shirt, and I can’t stop the shudder that races through me from the mere thought of his hand against my skin. My thrumming heartbeat counts the lost seconds as he steals my mind away to blissful oblivion with the simple strokes of his tongue.
Then his fingers stop firmly against the button of my jeans, and reality all comes flooding back to me. The kiss slows. Cold hesitancy settles in where heat once burned.
And I know he’s about to pull sadly away.
Before his lips fully break from mine, my nails dig into his shirt hard enough to scratch deeply into his shoulder. I drag him closer to me. Kiss him harder. Hold him tighter.
“Make me forget,” I beg in a whisper like broken glass and rasping lust.
Our eyes lock. Every inch of him tenses against me. It’s a single second of uncertainty.
But it dissolves faster than the flash of fear in his gaze.
And then he’s shoving down my jeans. Forceful hands and rushing touches slam my bare thighs against the wall, and I kick frantically at the clothes still trying to cling to my ankles. It’s a rush that never slows. The back and forth of our mouths, the dominating fight between our bodies, even as he grips my thighs and hoists me high against the wall. It's like our minds won't forget the anger between us, even as the lust builds to an unimaginable high. The need between us edges on violent. Sharp nails dig into sensitive flesh. Moans turn to whimpers that are kissed away with hot lashing tongues.
It’s beautifully brutal.
Just like the way he slams every inch of him into me without caution. The scream that tears from my throat is kissed away with a gentler stroke of his affection. His hips thrust hard, but suddenly, he’s gentle against my lips. Over and over and over again, he fills me on the deepest level possible while whispering love seems to cover my parted lips. It’s chaste. And promising. And . . . exhilaratingly terrifying.
“Sialen,” I gasp as my thighs tighten around his waist, and he continues his tormenting pace of drilling into my wetness. He ignores the lost sound of his name as I shudder harder in his arms. “Sia—” I work against him in a harmonious rhythm that has him groaning against my mouth and digging his nails into the underside of my thighs so hard it hurts.
But I don’t feel the pain.
No more pain exists in me.
Not right now.
All I feel is the waves of desire that are thrumming to release. They’re climbing. Pulsing. Throbbing.
He jars into me, rocking firmly into my clit as he buries himself as deep as he can.
Then I break.
I break apart in his strong arms. I’m a mess of breathlessness, tangled hair, and trembling limbs.
He holds onto those beautiful shattered pieces of me as he continues. He never pauses, and the relentlessness of his pace is enough to chase another uncontrollable pulsing right through my core.
This time, when I cry out, it’s his name against my lips. And it’s his groan that hushes my words. His release throbs hard against my own, and as we fall apart in one another, he kisses me deeply like I’m the first and last person he’ll ever love.
Maybe I am.
Maybe the magic of our blood will always yearn for one another.
And maybe someday, we won't be two shattered souls who despise the harsh edges we scrape against one another.
Someday.
Chapter Fourteen
The following hours are even stranger. Stranger than fucking the one man I’ve hated more than any other.
Because in the darkness, he lays me down on the soft mattress. He wipes away the wetness between my thighs with something that feels oddly like devoted affection. Euphoric bliss is no longer clouding my mind, and only confused defensiveness is left in my thoughts as he takes care of me.
The blanket is cool against my sweaty skin as he pulls it high over my body and practically tucks me in.
Yes, this feels like a trap indeed.
