Invisible string | Harlan Briggs

Chapter 007

Smut warning for this chapter

I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as his lips pressed against mine again. The kiss deepened, the warmth of his mouth merging with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was intense, but natural—like we were meant to move together like this, like we'd done it a thousand times before. His taste lingered on my lips, a mix of fire and sweetness, and as I felt the pull of his body against mine, I couldn't help but lean into it.

His hands roamed along my back, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. The touch of his fingers ignited something inside me, a burning desire that I couldn't ignore even if I wanted to. He groaned against my lips, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin, and in that moment, nothing else existed except for the two of us.

"You don't know how hard it was to stop myself from fucking you in the car," Harlan muttered against my lips, his words husky with frustration.

I laughed softly, my chest vibrating against his. The tension in his voice only made it harder to breathe. The pull between us felt primal, undeniable. It was as if every cell in my body screamed for him, but we weren't just two strangers anymore. We were bound by something deeper, something ancient.

Before I could respond, Harlan's hands moved with purpose, and with a fluid motion, he flipped us, gently but with force, so that I was lying beneath him. My breath caught as he kissed down my neck, his lips trailing fire along my skin. His hands worked quickly, but with care, lifting my shirt just enough to reveal the smoothness of my skin, the soft curve of my waist.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking with mine, a question in his gaze. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice rough with barely contained hunger.

I didn't have to think. I didn't want to think. "Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling with need. "Always, with you."

Harlan smiled, a small, almost sinful smile, before lifting my top over my head. The cool air hit my skin, making my nipples harden with the contrast. I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through me as his lips found one of my sensitive peaks, sucking gently, his hands moving to tease and roll the other.

A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it, my body arching into his touch as his mouth worked over me. The tension, the desire, everything between us was so thick it was almost suffocating. But it was perfect, so much more than I ever thought it would be. The feeling of him gently peeling my pants down and off my legs had butterflies go into a rampage in my lower stomach.

I let my hands wander down his chest, feeling the taut muscles under my fingertips as he kissed down my stomach. My breath caught again when I realized the only thing left between us was the lace of my red thong. His lips brushed the curve of my hip, a small, teasing touch before he kissed lower, pausing just above the waistband.

My heart pounded in my chest. "Don't know how I feel about you being fully dressed right now," I said, barely able to get the words out through the rush of breath that came with every touch.

There was a low laugh from him before I heard the rustling of fabric, and when I looked up, I was met with the glorious sight of him standing there—completely exposed, his body a work of art in front of me. Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted, a sight that made my mouth water.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I nodded, unable to form words. I could feel the heat radiating between us, the electric pull of our bond so strong I could almost taste it. This wasn't just about physical desire; it was something far deeper. Something that I knew would change everything.