“You don’t have to.” His voice was close to cruel. Temptation. A tool. “I already smell you. I already feel you. I already know you.”
“Let me hate you.” I begged it.
“No,” he grunted back.
I gulped, and a fresh rash of chills lifted across my skin when he leaned down and ran his breath along the length of my jaw, his lips fluttering the barest fraction away.
A tease.
Torment.
“Close your eyes, Aster. Go back to where you were. Just for a minute. Let me watch you.”
I was afraid if I went there, I’d take him with me, or that maybe I’d never make it back.
But the lust was too thick.
His presence too full.
And my hand was splaying across my stomach, slipping beneath the lace, my fingers sweeping across my clit, rubbing as I closed my eyes and tried to pretend we were in a faraway place. That we’d made it out. That our promises had been kept.
That he hadn’t done what he’d done, and it hadn’t cost what it had.
I knew he went there with me. That he saw the same thing. Our hearts and minds and hopes alike, even though they’d been scattered like toxic waste between us.
I knew it from the harsh pants that roughed from his throat.
I knew it with the hard thunder of his heart.
I knew it with the whisper of his tongue.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I’m going to lose my mind.”
A whimper wheezed from my lungs as I kept stroking myself. As I felt his aura surround.
Every inch of him hard.
Those eyes flashed before he eased back a fraction so he could get a better view.
I got caught in the flames. Lost to an inferno of greed that whipped through the air.
It melted my inhibitions and scorched my sanity.
The air sizzled.
Crackled.
Seethed.
He took me by the knees and spread me farther.
A groan rumbled in his chest and climbed his throat as I rubbed myself faster.
Building.
Building.
His hands curled in tighter before he let go with his right hand and reached down and pulled the crotch of my panties to the side.