Bloodtide

Part 44

My hands tangled in his hair as we fought for dominance, the kiss becoming a wild, desperate clash. John's tongue swept into my mouth, his lips demanding and heated, and I responded with equal fervor, our breaths mingling in a frenzied rhythm.

His hands roamed to my waist, gripping it tightly as if afraid I might slip away. The intensity of our kiss only grew, a mix of frustration and something far deeper that neither of us could ignore. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the strength in his arms as he lifted me effortlessly.

He broke the kiss only long enough to guide us toward the bathroom, his eyes dark with unspoken desire. The urgency in his movements was matched by the heat between us. He pushed open the bathroom door, stepping inside with me still wrapped around him.

Without a second thought, he placed me gently on top of the sink, his hands never leaving my body. The cool surface against my back contrasted sharply with the heat of his touch. He resumed kissing me, his hands sliding up my sides, feeling every curve and curve of my body.

He started to help me out of my dress, his movements eager and urgent. I quickly shed the fabric, my hands moving swiftly as I pulled his clothes off as well, the sense of urgency growing between us.

The sink was barely big enough for the two of us, and our movements were a chaotic dance of limbs and passion. Our kiss was relentless, a mix of longing and frustration, as if we were trying to prove something to each other. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer, our bodies pressed together as if trying to erase any distance that had ever existed between us.

Our kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as if we were trying to make up for all the time we'd spent arguing, all the anger we'd bottled up. The bathroom seemed to disappear, leaving only the intense connection between us, charged with every unspoken emotion that had built up over time. The argument was forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming desire that neither of us could deny any longer.

In between fervent kisses, I managed to gasp out, "I hate you so much."

He grinned against my lips, his hands roaming over my bare skin. "Yeah? You're pretty good at showing it."

"I'm not doing this because I like you," I retorted, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance even as my body responded to him.

"Funny," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear as he continued to undress. "Because it looks like you're enjoying it."

"I don't need to enjoy this," I shot back, my voice breathless. "I just need to make sure you know exactly how much you drive me insane."

He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down my sides. "Trust me, I know. But it looks like all that hate is just fueling this."

"I'm not admitting anything," I said stubbornly, though the heat of his touch was making it hard to focus.

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my stomach, his touch sending shivers across my skin. As his hand reached my lower region, he flashed a sharp, provocative smirk. "Still so defiant, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing growl.

Before I could respond, he pressed his finger inside me with a firm, confident motion. A groan of pleasure escaped my lips, my head falling back as the sensation overwhelmed me. The intensity of his touch and the boldness of his actions left me breathless.

"You're not very good at hiding how much you want this," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to move with a teasing rhythm.

I tried to muster a retort, but the pleasure was making it difficult to think. "I— I'm still not admitting anything," I gasped, my voice shaky.