The Endgame (Full Version on Galatea)

Chapter Five

I sucked in a breath.

Before I could summon the courage to turn around, his hands twisted me. When I faced him, I studied his expression. His face was cloaked by a shadow. And though the room was too dark to see his face, the only source of light was from a light post outside, I could sense his energy.

It was hungry and impatient.

A throb formed between my legs.

My lips parted as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His other hand touched my lips, eyeing them hungrily before his mouth came down to mine in a possessive kiss.

I gasped.

His mouth pressed hard before his tongue entered my mouth, tasting me. Hot breath fell on my cheek as his lips started to move. I reciprocated the movement, electrified by his desperation.

One arm curled behind my back, and he pushed our bodies flush. His hard chest melded against my breasts. My knees wobbled. He felt hard, strong, and hot.

Graham started moving, guiding me somewhere. The backs of my knees touched the bed and I landed softly on it. Graham peered at my body before climbing on top of me, like he couldn't keep himself from kissing me.

His mouth was aggressive, moving over mine, nipping at my lower lip and sucking hard at my tongue.

I whimpered as one of his hands stroked up and down the side of my torso.

I was hot and breathless, ready to combust.

His mouth trailed down to my jaw and throat. I gasped as I felt him engorge against my thigh. One hand slid to the hem of my shirt and up, exposing the bare skin of my stomach.

I felt him tugging the shirt higher to my ribs—things were escalating too fast.

"Wait, Graham," I panted, pressing a hand to his chest.

He swallowed as he looked down at me. I could see it took strength to stop his devouring. "Relax," he said, reading the hesitation in my eyes. "I'm going to make you feel good. Do you want me to?"

Therein lay the issue. I had never done more than kissing with a guy. I shouldn't want to kiss Graham. I shouldn't let him touch me. Yet I was already becoming addicted to how good he made me feel.

My head was clouded, and my body wanted him.

Everything inside me was throbbing: my heart, my stomach, the spot between my legs. I wanted a release. I was too hot and tense; I felt the need for something.

I couldn't deny I was curious to see what Graham would do. His kisses alone were burning me inside. I couldn't imagine how he would make me feel if we kept going.

My stomach clenched in delicious waves. The alcohol in my blood emboldened me. If things started to feel overwhelming, I could stop him.

"If you're uncomfortable, you tell me," Graham said after my silence. It was as though he could read my mind. "I'll stop. I just want you to feel amazing, and to forget."

That was all I needed to be convinced.

I nodded at Graham, and he smiled like he was pleased and grateful.

Graham kneeled on the mattress and removed my shirt. His eyes darted to my bra, and he sucked in a breath as though the sight took his breath away.

His mouth dropped to my exposed skin over my bra, licking it. I writhed underneath him, clenching my thighs together.

"You're so beautiful, Hazel," he mumbled between kisses.

His hand traveled to my back to the clasp of my bra. He looked at me, waiting for approval. I swallowed hard while my heart hammered in my chest. When I didn't stop him, he proceeded to untangle the straps from my arms and throw my bra aside.