Page 103 of Secret Obsession
Not when he said we’d end up together, or when we flirted mercilessly for a year, or when we danced at house parties and bars and, more recently, at the nightclubs when he intercepted me. Or after hockey games. Or—
“Take what you need,” Miles repeats, and I swear his breath leaves his lips and travels right into me.
I lean forward and kiss him.
Simple as that.
Well, it would be. And itis, for a second. Our lips touch, holding perfectly still, before he seems to register that what I need ishim.
It’s not love.
It’s suffering and healing and everything that goes along with it.
His hand fists in the back of my hair, angling my head to the side. He takes over the kiss like he takes over everything. With reckless abandon and total control. I am melting putty in his grip, relaxing into his arm that winds behind my back and keeps me pressed to him. The way he tugs my hair sends little zips of pleasure straight down to my toes.
When his tongue sweeps the seam of my lips, slanting them open and invading my mouth, I moan. My hands find his shoulders, sliding up his neck and over his jaw. I dig my fingers into his hair, gripping it as tightly as he holds mine.
My hips rock slightly. His length rubs my pussy, causing delicious friction to radiate through me. I needmore. And I’m starving for it.
His piercing hits my clit with every forward rock. While his tongue tastes me, I take my pleasure from the little metal rod on the underside of his shaft. His cock keeps twitching, and I keep moving. Grinding against him shamelessly until an orgasm crashes over me.
I tear my mouth away, my muscles trembling and legs weak.
“Oh, wild girl,” Miles whispers in my ear.
His lips trail down my throat, kissing and sucking. His teeth scrape my skin, pinching and pulling before easing up. I’m helpless. I wantmore. And he knows it, because he releases my hair and moves his hand between us, adjusting his cock. Lining it up when I lift slightly.
It notches at my entrance, the other piercing leaving an echo of sparks in its wake.
I lower onto it. He’s reached the crook of my shoulder and neck, and he gives me a rasping groan when my thighs finally meet his hips.
All the way in.
And fuck if it doesn’t feel different.Better.
His hand is still between my legs, and he runs his fingers from where we’re joined up to my clit. “You’re dripping wet for me. Fuck, you feel so good like this.”
He flexes his hips, and my lips part.
His mouth connects with mine again. Just for a moment. Then he’s staring into my eyes and he orders, “Ride me.”
I do.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and move up and down, relishing the feel. The way he stretches me and how his piercings rub just the right places. His fingers drift across my clit, stroking me softly, while he bends me backward and leans down. He kisses my collarbone, then lower. Straight down my sternum between my breasts.
“Miles.”
“You’ve been driving me nuts, clenching me in your sleep,” he murmurs.
He bites my breast, just above my nipple.
I yelp and jerk, but he’s got me too wrapped up in him to go very far. He licks and soothes the skin, then down to my nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, I see fireworks.
I cry out again. He releases my nipple and grips my hips with both hands. He takes over the pace, propelling me up and down. My gaze finds his again.
“Touch yourself, Willow.”
My fingers move on their own, coasting down my stomach, making his eyes track my hand over my abdomen and finally resting on the sensitive bud. My breasts sway with every thrust, and my eyes want to roll back.
