Page 49 of Equilibrium
Darkness colliding, worlds ending, the two of us were a hurricane that could level the cities down if we allowed this thing to turn into something ugly. And for all my sins, I wasn’t going to allow us to be tragic. Maybe she didn’t want this right now, or at least she thought she didn’t, but I knew what a broken soul looked like, and hers was on the brink of completely shattering.
“Come on.” I stood up, extending my hand to her. As if it was a foreign object, she looked at my upturned palm before she lifted her head and looked at me. I arched an eyebrow waiting for her to do something, anything but the passive stance she was taking.
It was going to be baby steps with her, and hell, it wasn’t like I knew how a normal relationship looked like, but people held hands. Right? I saw Zoe doing it with that one boyfriend of hers we all hated, looking giddy with excitement every time he touched her, but not Ophelia.
I had a feeling she would rather chop said limb off then put her hand in mine.
Her eyes closed for a second before her hand slowly descended onto mine. A foreign feeling of satisfaction washed over me, and knowing she was taking the steps in the right direction was the best type of euphoria. I pulled her up as my heart thundered in my chest. She could’ve refused. She was as stubborn as a mule, but so was I, and whatever she already imagined in her pretty little head wasn’t going to work because I wasn’t going anywhere.
Our demons could dance together because this kind of connection didn’t happen twice. With shaky legs, she finally stood up, coming only to my chin. I loved that she was tall, yet she still felt tiny every time she stood next to my body.
Pulling her closer to me, she stumbled over the bench, shooting daggers with her eyes, but I didn’t fucking care. My hands found the nape of her neck and wrapped around the dark strands. I bent my head down, all the way to her ear, loving the hitching of her breath as my own cascaded over the soft skin between her cheek and her ear.
“You took my hand,” I whispered. My tongue darted out, licking the shell of her ear and a shudder ran through her. I gripped the back of her neck, kneading the taut muscles, while I nibbled on the soft skin on her chin.
“I did.”
“Does that mean you’re really giving this a shot?” I needed to hear her words again. Even though I knew that she already agreed to what I dished out, I needed to hear it again.
Her hands found their way over my chest, rubbing against the exposed skin of my throat. “Maybe.” She wrapped her tiny hand around my throat, squeezing softly, making my dick jump in my pants. I was going to have a raging hard-on every single day with her around. Both my body and soul knew that she was it for us. Her other hand went into my hair, while her lower body pressed flush against mine, trapping my aching dick between us. “Or maybe not.” She chuckled. “Only time will tell.”
I was almost desperate to take her to the first darkened corner on this pier and show her what she did to me and who she really belonged to, but she deserved better. Goddammit, she fucking did, but as she rolled her hips against mine, all coherent thoughts left.
Fuck being slow and a gentleman. I was trying to fool myself into thinking I would be able to resist her and take this slowly.
I grabbed her exploring hand and started pulling her with me toward the street we came from. I wanted us to go to the Ferris Wheel, but that shit could wait until tomorrow or any other day. Right now, I needed to taste her.
We rushed through the sea of people that suddenly started piling up, all of them looking at me as if I were crazy, while Ophelia laughed behind me. She knew what she was doing, and the idea of her enjoying herself with me thrilled me.
I fucking reveled in the melodic sound that escaped her every now and then, but when I finally crossed the street with her in tow, moving us into the darkened alley, her laughter died because we both knew what was about to happen.
Moving her in front of me, I slowly pushed her to the wall, gauging her reaction. Her pupils dilated, her breathing increased, and I knew I wasn’t the only one that wanted this. I pushed her shoulders until she hit the wall with a thud, her defiant eyes staring right into mine.
“Hello, Persephone,” I murmured, my voice echoing in the empty alley. “You were a very bad girl.”
My hands took a hold of the hem of her shirt, lifting it up all the way to her breasts. She didn’t wear a bra, and I thanked all the gods that would listen for small miracles. The pants she wore were already going to be a menace. Her chest rising and falling, she didn’t move an inch as my fingers skimmed over her pebbled nipples.
“Storm,” she moaned, but I wasn’t ready to let her get the release she wanted. I moved her shirt all the way to her neck, exposing the creamy skin I wanted to mark. My lips descended on her collarbone, sucking, licking, tasting, and then moved to one nipple, pulling another moan from her mouth.
“S-Storm,” she pleaded. “Please.”
I moved up, pressing my forehead against hers, pressing my hips against her, seeking the much-needed relief. I kissed the scar on her cheek, and then moved to the other side—her nose, and her pouty lips that begged to be kissed. My teeth bit into her lower lip, pulling it, then soothing it with my tongue. “I got you, baby.”
We both needed more, so much more, and as she started writhing beneath my body, I knew we didn’t have enough time for everything I wanted to do to her. I unbuttoned her pants, while she fumbled with mine, both pieces of clothing sliding off our legs as we fought for dominance.
The thud on the ground as the pieces of clothing dropped from us merged with the voices traveling from the street, but if she cared that she could be seen here with me, she didn’t show it. There was only need written all over her face, and I was a fool thinking I could deny us this.
She stood in front of me with her shirt wrapped around her chest, bare all the way down, and I knew if we had more light in here, I would clearly see the crown of thorns tattooed on her thigh.
“Are you gonna keep standing there staring at me, or are you gonna fuck me?”
A growl tore out of my mouth, and the need to hold her, own her, possess every single inch of her rode me hard. I was pressed against her in the next second, cupping her sex that dripped on my hand.
“What was that?”
She bit her lower lip as my middle finger parted her lower lips and rubbed against the puckered nub that begged to be touched. “Oh, God.”
“I can’t hear you, Sunshine.” My teeth found the column of her neck, and the satisfaction of knowing that she was going to wake up tomorrow with my marks all over her body drove me to the heavens. “You want me to fuck you?”
