Page 63 of Apathy
His hand snaked to the nape of my neck, threading his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back for easier access. Warm lips descended on my neck, trailing kisses toward my collarbone, then back to my waiting lips. A moan escaped from me, involuntarily, ripped from my chest, and the second one followed when he lifted me up, placing me on the tree stump.
I opened my legs, welcoming him in, and wrapped them around his hips, locking him in with me.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he growled as he looked into my eyes. “And I won’t be able to stop you.”
“I-I,” I stuttered. “Please,” I begged. I didn’t know for what. Release, salvation, oblivion, I begged for everything because I knew he could do it. He could give me everything I wanted, everything I needed.
He made me feel alive when I thought I was already dead. He made me feel like I could survive this year if I had him by my side. There was a war brewing in him, and whether it was selfish or not, I didn’t want to know. Not now, because I feared that whatever it was would push him further away from me.
And I needed him.
I needed him to help me get through this mess. I just hoped I would be strong enough to let him go when the time came, because even though I was allowing myself this, I knew I couldn’t keep him. I couldn’t drag him into my world, and he could never know about the monstrosities hiding in the darkest corners of Winworth.
“You’re driving me crazy, Moonshine.” He bit on my collarbone. “And I’m so fucking angry at you right now. God.” He dropped his forehead to my shoulder. “I want to spank you and hug you at the same time.”
I voted for the second option, but…
“Why are you angry at me?” I asked before I pressed a kiss to his ear. “I mean, people are angry at me for one reason or another, but I can’t remember doing anything to piss you off.”
“She would have hurt you,” he mumbled before lifting his head. He squeezed my neck, and I could feel the battle in every part of his body. “That girl in the hallway,” he continued. “You were alone there, and she would have hurt you.”
“I’m pretty sure that I was hurting her, and not the other way around.” I grinned, loving that he was actually worried about me. I couldn’t remember what happened the night before in the amusement park, and I feared I did something that would push him further away.
“Still, I didn’t like it.” He brushed his thumb across my cheek, burning the trail on my skin. “I don’t like you being in danger.”
“I wasn’t in danger,” I murmured. “She already attacked me once before, and this time I knew what to expect.”
“She attacked you before?” Was his eye twitching? “When?”
“Relax.” I smiled. “It was at the end of the last school year. There were certain… things, and well, she didn’t handle it as well as she should’ve.”
It felt like an eternity before he spoke again, and I couldn’t read his face. He just kept staring at me. When the dam broke, he was suddenly everywhere. His hands were lifting my shirt, leaving me only in the black bra I put on this morning.
I wanted to touch him everywhere, burn my claim on his skin like he was burning his on mine. All the other ones before him faded away. My sick father, Kane, Zane, he pushed them all away from me.
“You’re mine, Skylar,” he growled after he claimed my lips again. “Do you understand that?” He held me in an ironclad grip, blocking my movements.
“Y-Yes,” I croaked out. “I’m all yours.”
Something flashed across his face—something feral, vicious, dangerous, something like sin—before he dove and bit on my lower lip. His other hand snaked beneath my pants, playing with the edge of my panties. I spread my legs further, urging him to come closer, to show me how much he wanted me.
To show me that I wasn’t alone in this insanity. That the need coursing through me wasn’t one-sided.
“I’m gonna make you scream, Sky.” He grinned. “So fucking loud that the entire town is gonna hear you when you call out my name.”
“Please,” I moaned.
I placed my hands beneath his shirt, feeling the hard muscles on his stomach and the happy trail leading to his pants. He pulled his hand out of my pants and started fumbling with the button, his breathing labored, the dark hair falling over his forehead. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him at this moment.
The sound of the zipper being pulled down seemed louder than it usually was. I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the fact that he was about to fuck me in the middle of the forest where anyone could stumble, but my heart thumped against my ribs like crazy, sending me into a high I have never felt before.
He was my new favorite drug. My new favorite tool to forget.
I lifted my butt to help him take my pants down, and I could see the evidence of his own arousal, straining against his pants. With every brush of his hands against my skin, I was getting higher and higher, and I knew I was going to tumble down like Icarus when he was falling to the ground.
“What’s this?” Ash’s voice tore me back to reality, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him holding a piece of green paper.
A piece of green paper that was completely unfolded, with his eyes going over the words written on it.
