August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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His fingers dig into the naked skin of my thighs as he whispers in my ear, "I want another present."
His lips press down on the sensitive spot behind my ear and I immediately forget the reason why I wanted to leave his arms in the first place.
"Greedy."
"Can't help it with you." He bites my neck and slides me closer until my breath hitches as his erection presses against my core.
"What do you want?" I tilt my head to give him more access and he takes my offer without hesitation, tasting every available inch of my neck. My eyes blink heavily from the pleasure of his touch.
"What don't I want." His hand slides up my thigh until he reaches the hem of my panties and with every inch he travels up my leg, the need between my legs intensifies. He strokes the skin next to the fabric and dips under it before retreating in an act to tease me.
"I'm all yours," I breathe. "Your wish is my command."
"Is that so?" He puts his tiara on the bedside table before he flips us over, laying me down on his bed with him between my legs. He presses down, rocks his hips and a heavy breath dashes past my lips as the sudden pressure rushes a warm sensation through me. His nose grazes over his shirt that I'm wearing until he reaches the hem. Then he lifts it just enough to kiss the naked skin of my hipbone before he treats it with the hot breath of his whisper.
"I want you to strip and bend over my desk." The image flashes before my eyes and I bite my lip, nodding in agreement before reaching behind his neck to pull his mouth to mine.
There's nothing sweet hidden in the kiss, it's all lust and hunger, passion driven by the picture he drew in my head and the possibilities it entails.
I flip us over again, press my hands on his firm chest and push myself up. I lock eyes with him as I grip the shirt I'm wearing and pull it over my head. His hands move up my bare torso until he reaches my breasts and his thumb caresses the skin right under them. I rock my hips over his and his jaws clench. His fingers slide up, teasing my nipples before pinching them and my nails dig into his chest as the pleasurable sting shoots heatwaves straight to my core.
"Ari, I want you on my desk." His voice is commanding and lustful, nowhere near his normal soft and warm tone but I love it nonetheless.
This time when I nod in acknowledgment, I do what he demands.
I crawl off of his bed, slide my panties down my legs and throw them at him. He swiftly catches it, holding my gaze, heating my skin, and sending my heart into overdrive.
I walk over to his desk and lean against it, his eyes never leaving me. I don't even think he blinks.
"Turn around, lay down, and don't move unless I tell you to." I follow his instructions and bend over his desk. My hard nipples press against the cold surface of his wooden desk and a trembling breath releases itself. I can feel his gaze on my skin, heating it with every non-verbal promise of pleasure and I clamp my thighs together, highly aware of their dampness from my arousal.
