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Thirty Two: Satisfied

He inched his face backwards, his fingers falling from my chin to the side of my neck. I hoped he was giving up, that he would step back and make this a whole lot easier for me. Instead, he did the complete opposite

"Morgan" He mumbled, barely above a whisper

My eyes darted up to him, his lips speaking my name, my real name for the first time. As soon as my eyes met his, I realised he'd won. His lips pulled up at the sides, pride dancing in his eyes. He moved his face towards me, his hands on both sides of my face.

I shook my head, not wanting to give in, but his eyes kept me still

Not able to argue, or move, Jesse closed the space.
Just like it had happened in the boiler room, the library and the barn, our lips met. This time, it escalated quicker than it ever had before, already knowing what to expect.
Control was gone. I gave in, fully. My palms pressed against his shirt, my fingers taking hold and pulling him nearer. Every movement was frenzied, and the more I tasted, the more I wanted.
My legs were weak, my knees ready to give way from both exhaustion and adrenaline. The warmth of his hands radiated through my face, urges becoming desperate. I couldn't focus, I couldn't think, but I didn't care. His hands moved down my sides, stopping at my waist when I flinched instinctively.

It was so quiet within the room that our breathing and my erratic heart rate seemed loud enough to echo through the entire space, audible for everyone within a block radius. Our lips explored every inch of each other, needy. His hands squeezed at my waist, our chests touching with my hands gripping into the front of his shirt, and then he pulled his face away, looking over me with darkened eyes. He was searching for something, something I was unaware of

"What?" I breathed, my lungs stinging

"Are you okay?" He rushed, equally as breathless

I nodded and without expectation he leaned forward, pecking me on the lips, quickly pulling back again, teasing me

I stared up at him, frustrated "What are you doing?"

His lips pulled upward, that bold smile driving me mad, knowing well what he was doing to me

"He didn't deserve you" He mumbled, lifting a hand to my face, his thumb over my lips "ever, he could never appreciate you, every inch of you the way you deserve"

I felt myself smile, glad that the darkness could hide the flush of my cheeks

For the first time, I saw his smile reach his eyes. My eyes were trained on his gaze, completely lost in a world that only he and I had invented. Talon never deserved me, but Jesse sure as hell did, not matter what the consequences would later be. 

I leaned forward and pulled his lips against mine, unable to stay away any longer.
Together, we moved against each other held on by pure adrenaline. I had tried to contain the emotions I felt towards him and now, but it was futile. Maybe it was time I let myself live a little, maybe it was time I gave in to my desires, maybe it was time for me to experience what genuine intimacy felt like without being forced, hurt and left incomplete. I was going to devour him, while I had the opportunity. 

In one swift movement, Jesse's hands took a hold of my thighs, lifting my feet off of the ground to place me down on the workbench behind me. The moment I was sitting in front of him, my legs wrapped around his waist, ensuring he would not escape. His lips moved over my bottom lip, gentle of the cut, and then he began to trail down my chin, down my neck like he had in the barn, sending a shiver over my skin. A rush of electricity ran up my body with each kiss he left across my bare neck, my collarbone. My hands moved from the front of his shirt, hesitating over the hem. It was when his fingers reached my lower back, sneaking up under my shirt to my skin, I took it as the permission I needed. I held onto the bottom of his shirt and lifted it, guiding the idea as he followed through, pulling back for only a moment to remove his shirt entirely. His lips were quickly back on my neck, gently exploring while my hands caressed across the roughness of the muscles on his stomach. As my fingertips slid over his middle, I could feel him tense, rigid beneath my touch. His lips pause open at the nook of my neck, his teeth slightly biting down, pinching me. Instead of pulling away, a small chuckle escaped my mouth.
Either embarrassed or amused, Jesse released the same sound, burying his nose into my skin as he gave a deep sigh.