Roommate Badboy - Wicked Academy

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He could feel the weight of her proximity, the heat of her body pressing against his, and there was something wild in her gaze–something fierce. She's not scared and wasn't backing down.

His hand reached up, fingers brushing her jaw, his touch rough, almost possessive as he tilted her face toward him. Her skin was warm under his fingertips, and it took everything in him to hold himself back, to not pull her closer and taste that defiance on her lips.

"You don't know what you're asking for," Jason growled, his voice dark and low, a warning that neither of them was listening to anymore. Every instinct in him screamed to pull away, to stop this before it went too far, but his body was already too deep in the fight.

Stella's lips curved into a half-smile, but there was no humor in it now–only challenge. She reached up, hand sliding down his chest, the contact sending a jolt of fire through him. She didn't hesitate, didn't pull away when she felt the heat radiating from him. Instead, she pressed in closer, her breath warm against his neck.

"I'm not complaining," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Jason's grip tightened involuntarily, his fingers digging into her skin as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, his lips nearly brushing her ear. He could feel the tension building, could taste the edge of something raw.

"Don't push me, Stella," he warned, his words low, dangerously calm, but the tremor in his chest gave away how much he was struggling. He was barely holding it together, every part of him wanting to give in, to feel the heat between them explode.

Her eyes darkened as she met his gaze, defiance flickering in them like wildfire. "Push you?" she repeated, a soft laugh escaping her lips, but there was no humor in it. The words were a challenge, a provocation. And Jason, damn him, he was too far gone to care anymore.

Without thinking, without a second of hesitation, he surged forward, closing the space between them with a ferocity that caught them both off guard. His lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that was more about need than anything else. It was messy, wild, the kiss more of a claim than anything sweet.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body, the way her heart beat erratically against his chest. Stella didn't pull back. She didn't fight him. She responded with an intensity that matched his, her hands threading through his hair, her body pressing into his as though she'd been waiting for this moment.

Jason's mind was consumed by her, every thought drowning in the sensation of her mouth on his, the fire building between them, too hot, too fast. He felt her fingers slide under his shirt, the cool touch of her skin against his burning one, and it only made the fire inside him grow.

His thoughts were a blur now, his body acting on instinct as his hands roamed, pulling her even closer, his mind screaming to push past all the barriers they'd put up. But even then, he couldn't stop the little voice in his head, the voice that reminded him of the danger of it all. But Stella didn't stop either. She didn't slow down. She matched him every step of the way, pulling him deeper into the storm they'd started.

"You want this, Jason," she breathed against his lips, her voice thick, her hands pushing him back against headrest of the bed. "So stop pretending like you didn't." Jason's breath caught, his chest tightening. She was right. He wanted it. He had always wanted it, even if he couldn't admit it before.