Page 192 of Composed
I’ve belonged to one person, and one person only my whole life. The boy I met in Mr Prescott’s form room, the same one I fell in love with before I even realised what was happening.
He slides a hand beneath my baggy T-shirt and peels it from my body.
His eyes glimmer under the moonlight, never straying from mine as he eases my bra straps down my shoulder.
My skin hums, embers sparking through my veins at his gentle touch. He rolls his thumb over an aching nipple and steals my breath with a devastating kiss.
His free hand glides across my jaw and into my hair.
My clit pulses, need surging through me with every press of his pelvis.
“I need—” I gasp as he tugs at the metal stud.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks, his thumb moving to the other nipple.
His erection hits my clit and my back arches off the bed.
“You.” I wrap my legs around him, dragging him as close as possible. “I just need you, Cole.”
Always you, only ever you.
He rolls his hips before gripping my thighs.
Fire licks at my skin, searing every inch of me as he thumbs the lacy waistband of my underwear and peels them down. He doesn’t look away from my face, his eyes burning into mine, as he drags a knuckle down my cheek.
“You have me, Rixie.”
He shoves his boxers down and lines himself up to me. I lift my hips, eyes fluttering closed as the tip slips inside me.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
They shoot open at his gentle command, a sharp breath tearing my lungs.
He inches down so fucking slowly. I feel every pulse, every vein.
Air thickens around us, the rain falling heavier outside as he sinks to the hilt.
His hand curls around my wrists and he pins them above my head. He doesn’t quicken his pace, just rocks painstakingly slow as if he’s memorising every inch.
I cry out when his barbell hits my G-spot. Sweat beads down my neck. I cup his cheeks and bring his forehead to mine.
Our breaths blend into one as he grips my hip.
He kisses me again, the sweetest press of his lips and blood rushes my ears as pleasure ripples through me like a wave.
I dig my nails into his back.
He places open-mouthed kisses on my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, then he bites down, suckling the skin and I’m swept away as the wave crashes over me.
“Cole,” I whisper, burying my face into his neck.
He stills, his breath puffing as he pulses, coming undone with every flutter of me.
My heart thunders as I try to catch my breath.
He drops down, rolls onto his side, and plasters my back to his chest.
His arm drapes over my stomach, warm, heavy, and right at home as his breaths even out.
