Page 50 of Born into Madness
“I see my girl’s feeling territorial.” The words send a thrill through me as he kisses a line down my jaw and along myneck. His teeth graze my skin before he whispers, “I am yours,krovinka. I hope you don’t ever grow to hate that I am.”
“Why would I do that?”
His tongue runs along my throat, causing a relentless throb between my legs and an ache to my breasts as my nipples harden, begging for the wet heat of his mouth.
“Because I can’t change who I am.” His whispers the words like a confession against my skin. “Not even for you, my little Cyn. There’s no changing what’s inside me.”
I’m about to tell him that I don’t want to change a single thing about him, but he chooses that exact moment to bite the crook of my neck and slowly slide his hand under my shirt, grazing his fingers along my side. My whole body freezes, not because I don’t like it but because I’m afraid he’s not going to like what he finds.
“What’s wrong?” He lifts up to meet my eyes again. “I just want to feel your skin. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I say, and then look away from his gorgeous face when I add, “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Disappointed by what? I don’t understand.”
Ignoring how embarrassed I am, I quickly say, “Because I’m soft.”
“Why would I want you to be hard?”
He seems so genuinely confused that I can’t even get frustrated at having to explain it in greater detail. “I’m bigger than a lot of the other girls. I don’t look like Brittney. I don’t have a flat, toned stomach or small thighs. I’m just,” I give up and gesture towards my body and say, “bigger.”
“Yeah, so?” When I just stare at him, he says, “I’m not even going to pretend to understand what you’re trying to tell me. I know what you look like, Cyn. I have eyes. I can see you, I can feel you against me right now, and I gotta say, I fucking love it. Idon’t want you hard.” His fingers graze my side again. “I like you soft.”
To prove his point, he moves, positioning himself so I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh. His fingers dance along my stomach. “You feel what you do to me?”
“Yes.” The word is a whisper between us, and when he drags his fingers higher, grazing right under my bra, I suck in a quick breath, hoping like hell he won’t stop.
“You’re the only woman who’s ever made me hard, Cyn,” he says, repeating what he’d said the other night, but I still find it nearly impossible to believe. “So, yeah, I like you soft. I love your curves, I love your thighs, your stomach, your ass, and your tits. I’m obsessed with every part of you.”
I’m as drunk on his words as I am by his touch, and when he ghosts his fingers over the curve of my body, it takes me a second to realize he’s tracing the lines of my ribs. I’m about to ask if we’ve discovered another one of his kinks, but before I can, he lifts my shirt and lowers his head. Going over the path his fingers had just made, he kisses a line beneath my bra, following the natural curve of my body until he’s at my side and nipping gently at my skin.
I thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair, marveling at how soft the strands are and how good it feels to be able to reach out and touch him like this. I’m not going to kid myself into thinking I know everything about this man, but I do know he doesn’t let people in. For whatever reason he’s decided to make an exception for me. I’m not going to waste the gift he’s giving me, because in my heart that’s exactly what this is. He’s letting me get close to him, letting me see a side that he doesn’t often share. Maybe it shouldn’t make me feel special, but it does.
“My little Cyn,” he murmurs as he licks and sucks and nips his way along my rib cage. After a few more seconds of thesweetest kind of torture, he sighs and lifts up, resting his weight on his forearms as he looks down at me.
The intensity of his stare makes it impossible to look away. He looks ravenous, like he’s imagining everything he wants to do to me in great detail, but there’s also a glimmer of violence in his light-blue eyes. I’m beginning to understand that with Sasha there will always be a tinge of violence to everything he does.
“We need to leave this room,krovinka.”
“We do?” I ask. “Because I think we’re pretty good right where we’re at.”
He grins and lets his fingers fist around my hair. “If we stay here, you’re going to end up naked, and I can’t risk your annoying roommate walking in and seeing what is for my eyes only. Plus, you need to eat. You skipped lunch earlier, remember?”
I grin at the memory of him pressing me up against the science building and kissing me senseless. I usually take the thirty minutes I have between classes and grab a quick bite to eat, but I’d wanted him more than I’d wanted food, and I don’t regret my decision.
“You skipped lunch, too,” I remind him.
“I’d rather have my fill of you,” he says.
“Then why are we leaving?”
He exhales a soft laugh and runs a finger down my cheek. “Because I don’t trust myself to be alone with you right now.”
His eyes run over me before he sighs and forces himself to stand. Before he helps me up, he readjusts himself and then arches a brow at me. “I had no idea how fucking annoying it would be to get hard so often.”
My eyes run over him, landing on the sizable bulge that’s still very noticeable. “If you were smaller, it’d be easier to hide.”
His smile is contagious when he gives me a wink and says, “Sorry,krovinka, but there’s nothing small about me.”
