Shattered Asylum

Chapter 79

I wake up to the sensation of his hands gliding down my back, the soft pressure sending shivers through me. His lips brush against my shoulder, each kiss lingering, hot against my skin.

A hum escapes me as my body instinctively arches, his fingers slipping lower, tracing the curve of my waist before ghosting down my thigh.

Stretching, I reach out with a soft sigh, my eyes still heavy with sleep, pretending I haven't fully woken up.

"Babe," he whispers, his voice husky with desire, breath warm against my ear. "Are you awake?"

I groan softly, rolling over to face him, my eyelids barely cracked open. "I am now," I mumble, exhaustion clinging to me. I think my period's about to start.

Without a word, he grabs my leg and drapes it over his waist, his hips pressing into mine, the heat of him unmistakable. "I want you," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking lightly beneath my ear.

His body hums with need, the tension in his touch undeniable. I can't help but tease him.

"I'm not in the mood right now," I murmur, shifting just enough to keep the game going. It's a lie, of course, who wouldn't be with a boyfriend like him, with every nerve in my body already awake for him?

"You're not?" He stills, his grip tightening on my thigh, his lower body flush against mine. I can feel how much he wants it.

"No, I just woke up," I say, pushing his hips back, my skin tingling where his touch lingers. The temptation to give in is almost unbearable, but I want to see how far I can push him.

He exhales sharply, frustration flickering in his dark eyes as he shifts onto his back. His chest rises and falls with slow, measured breaths, but the hunger in his gaze is sharp, intense.

Just as I'm about to cave, he smirks. "Guess I'll just have to take care of it myself," he mutters, voice thick with frustration and heat.

My pulse spikes. What does he mean by that?

His fingers trail across his chest, his touch featherlight, making my breath hitch. I watch, captivated, as he grazes his nipple before his hand drifts lower. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, his gaze flicking to mine for a brief moment before he looks down again.

My breath catches as his hand disappears beneath the blanket. I know exactly where this is going.

A quiet sigh escapes him, his eyes half lidded as he moves, his brows furrowing in concentration.

My thighs press together instinctively. A low, drawn out moan slips from his lips, his head tilting back slightly, exposing the strong line of his neck. The pulse at his throat beats steadily, his skin flushed with heat.

I should look away.

I don't.

His other hand skims over his chest, his thumb brushing over his nipple in a slow, teasing motion. His lips part, breath coming faster, filling the room with the sound of his pleasure. It's raw, unguarded, and it sends a wave of heat crashing through me.

A small, unbidden moan escapes me. His eyes snap to mine.

He smirks, dark and knowing.

His grip on his chest tightens, nails pressing into his skin as he exaggerates each motion, putting on a show. His body shifts, the muscles in his abdomen tensing, his hips pressing subtly into the mattress as his movements grow more urgent. The blanket shifts with him, rising and falling faster, betraying the intensity of his rhythm.

The sight of him is intoxicating. His hand moves faster, his moans growing more desperate, more wrecked. My body aches, the heat between my legs unbearable.