Page 48 of Before We Break Again
I grab her waist, pull her against me, and the second her body hits mine, it’s like I can finally breathe again.I lean down, crashing my lips onto hers, hard, desperate, like I’ve been starved for this moment.
For her.
The kiss is wild, intense—there’s no holding back, no second-guessing.I can feel the fire between us, the pent-up tension finally breaking free.Her lips are soft but urgent, and she kisses me back like she’s been waiting for this too.My hands grip her waist tighter, and I push her gently against the door, needing to feel every part of her pressed against me.
Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan into the kiss, and it’s like a spark ignites deep in my chest, spreading fast.My heart is pounding, blood rushing in my ears as I kiss her harder, deeper, like I’m trying to make up for every second we’ve spent apart.Every second I’ve fought what I’ve felt for her.
The world outside disappears—there’s no hotel, no dinner, no anything but her.Her taste, her warmth, the way her body melts into mine like we were made to fit together.
I press her tighter against the door, my hands sliding down her sides, feeling the curve of her hips, the way she fits perfectly in my grip.My mind is a blur, the only thing I can focus on is how good she feels against me, how right it all feels.Every kiss is more desperate, more hungry, and I can’t stop, don’t want to stop.
Halsey’s breath hitches, and I feel her fingers grip my shirt, pulling me closer, and I’m gone.I’m drowning in her, in this moment, in the way she’s making me feel like I’m not lost anymore.Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard, her lips swollen and pink from the kiss.I rest my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath, my heart still racing like it’s going to explode out of my chest.I’m dizzy, drunk on her.
She doesn’t say anything, and she doesn’t have to.The way her fingers are still tangled in my hair, the way she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters right now—it says everything.
I run my thumb across her bottom lip, still tasting her on my mouth.“I couldn’t help it,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.“I’ve been wanting to do that since yesterday.”
Her eyes meet mine, soft but intense, like she’s still processing everything that just happened.“So have I,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to send a rush of heat through my veins.
And just like that, I’m pulled back under, lost in her again.“I need you,” I whisper, my lips finding the nape of her neck.I kiss her there, running my teeth lightly against her soft skin, the urge to bite her, to consume her, thrumming through me.She arches slightly into me, and the sound she makes—breathless, needy—spurs me on.
My hand slides under her shirt, finding the lace of her bra, and the second my fingers brush against her breasts, I’m lost.The lace is thin, delicate, teasing me with how close I am to feeling her fully.The need burning through me is fierce, clawing at my every thought, making it impossible to focus on anything but her.
Her naked.Her naked and my mouth on her skin, sucking, licking, tasting every inch of her, like I’m starved for her.My lips would travel down her neck, teasing the soft curve of her collarbone, savoring the warmth of her skin under my mouth.I’d suck her nipple, flick my tongue over the hardened peak, feeling the way her breath hitches, the way her body responds to every touch, every flick of my tongue.
She gasps as I cup her breast, squeezing gently through the fabric, my thumb brushing over that sensitive peak again.The lace is a thin barrier, teasing us both, rubbing against her as I roll her nipple between my fingers.I can feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch, and it drives me insane.I want more.I want to taste all of her—her skin, her gasps, her pleasure—until I’ve consumed every part of her, leaving nothing untouched.
“Let me in,” I beg, my voice raw as I kiss her harder, desperate, needing her in a way that burns through every rational thought.
Her response is a soft whimper, and it’s all the permission I need.My hand dips lower, past the waistband of her jeans, finding her already wet for me.The moment my fingers touch her, slick and hot, a groan escapes my lips, and I can’t hold back the primal rush of need that surges through me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking for me,” I say, my fingers teasing her folds as I grind my very hard cock against her thigh.The need in my voice is undeniable, and I can feel her body respond—every inch of her trembling beneath my touch.“Look how desperate I am for you.”
She moans, her hips shifting, seeking more as I keep teasing, my thumb grazing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.It’s like playing with fire, and we’re both burning.I kiss her again, long and deep, feeling the heat between us build to an almost unbearable level.My fingers slip inside her, and her body arches into mine, as though she can’t get close enough.
The wet, tight heat of her is driving me mad, every soft sound she makes pulling me deeper into her orbit.Her hips move in rhythm with my hand, matching every thrust, and I can feel myself on the edge, barely hanging on.The need to feel more of her, to be fully connected, claws at me, almost painful in its intensity.
“Dust, stop playing,” she mumbles, her voice laced with desperation, pushing her hips harder into my hand.The way she says my name—needy, commanding—makes my heart stutter.She knows exactly how to unravel me.
“You want more?You want my fingers inside you, me fucking you hard, baby?”I tease, though I’m barely holding back myself.The tension in her body, the way she clenches around my fingers, makes it impossible not to lose control.
When we finally break apart, gasping for air, her hand rests on my chest for just a moment.Her skin is warm against mine, her eyes dark and intense.Without a word, she turns and reaches for the door handle.My breath catches in my throat as I follow her into the suite, the soft click of the door behind us the only sound, like the world has faded away.
The room is bathed in a soft glow, shadows flickering along the walls, but all I can see is her—Halsey, standing there, her back to me for a moment, her body outlined in the dim light.My focus narrows, everything in me honed in on the way she moves, the way her breath quickens as I step closer.
I’m right behind her now, my hands on her waist, and I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “I need all of you.”
Halsey walks in ahead of me, her steps slow, almost deliberate, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.I follow her, heart hammering in my chest, trying to control the rush of everything I’m feeling.She stops in the bedroom and turns to face me, her eyes filled with that familiar intensity.
I step closer, the air between us crackling with tension.My fingers trace the hem of her shirt, and I pause, eyes on her, silently asking for permission.She gives the slightest nod, her breath hitching.That little sound nearly undoes me.Slowly, I grip the fabric, lifting it, revealing the soft curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her stomach, taking my time to enjoy every second of her skin being exposed.
She lifts her arms, letting me pull the shirt over her head, and as it falls to the floor, I stop, staring.Her pink lace bra barely covers her, the peaks of her nipples hardening through the fabric, practically begging for my mouth.And I can’t resist—there’s no way I can resist.
I reach out, cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the lace as I tease her nipples through the fabric.She gasps, arching into my touch, and I lower my head, kissing the swell of her breast before flicking my tongue over the lace, wetting it as I suck her nipple through the fabric.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growl, rougher than I intended, but I’m too far gone to care.My tongue plays with her, flicking, sucking, nibbling, and she moans—soft but full of need.I bite down, just enough to make her gasp, to get that reaction I crave.
