Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Torin has seemed different, too, since the moment he found me out here.
He’s so much less composed than usual, less in control of himself.
And I like it.
It creeps through me like that rolling fog all over again.
Torin did care about my safety, while he was gone.
So much that he arranged for professional assistance. I could spout off about how he did it without my permission, or that he’s crazy to think I needed it, but the reality is that I’m gobsmacked that he even had the idea to begin with.
And then that sick, twisting feeling appears again in my stomach, but it’s something completely new this time.
Do not. Let. It in.
It’s inevitable, though.
The unfathomable truth.
It wasn’t just morbid curiosity that night. It was desire.
The pure, unadulterated, wicked-hot desire that floods every cell of my body anytime I’m around Torin.
The dam that was holding back that flood just broke, letting every feeling rush in all at once.
When I turn to look at him now, I’m terrified of what I want.
He finally looks back at me again, and his gaze dances from my eyes and then down to my lips, and I feel like I’m falling deeper into him.
“You were thinking about me,” I finally say.
He exhales before he leans over me again.
“And you’re just like me,” he says, “because you love knowing I was thinking about you, don’t you? You called me a slut for attention, but it seems like that’s both of us, Noah. Yes, you have my attention. But I don’t know if you’re ready for it—”
I move to close the distance between us, crushing my mouth against his in silent desperation.
I’m ready for it.
I open to him immediately, and he lets out a low moan of satisfaction.
But I don’t care if he thinks he’s winning some game with me.
Because I need something from him, and I don’t give a fuck what that means anymore.
I need the flood of wet heat from his tongue, and his body pressed closer to mine, and fuck, the way he holds my head in his hands as he kisses me, like I’m the only focus in the world he has right now.
We melt into each other as we kiss, and somehow it’s even better than last time, more raw and urgent as our mouths collide until I bite down on his lower lip.
I pull away and look him in the eye again. “What are you doing to me?”
He hums, running his thumb over my lower lip. “Kissing you. Getting hard, and…” he reaches down to grip my cock through my shorts, “making you hard, too. Thinking about how I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll barely be able to walk, the moment we get back to Onyx House.”
Fire ripples through me.
That’s not even something I knew I wanted.
Yet I’m here hard as a fucking diamond thinking of it—of him, sinking into me, filling me up, pushing every inch of his cock inside.
I’m throbbing for him and his hand is still there to feel it, and all he does in return is lean in and give me a tiny kiss on my lips, then my cheeks, then my temple.
Oh, God.
He moves low to suck on my neck so hard I know it’s going to leave a mark, and I buck my hips into him involuntarily, needing the contact.
“Fuck,” I say, the word breaking off into a moan. I blink, catching my breath.
And then I stand up, looking down at him.
He’s sitting there on the grass and looking up at me like he’s pissed I took my mouth off him, and my chest aches as the breeze blows at his hair.
“You have to catch me first,” I tell him.
And I take off.
I break into a run back toward Onyx House, pounding the pavement and feeling exhilarated in a way I’d forgotten I can feel.
Freedom.
The only drug Torin can’t get enough of.
But it’s not even a close race.
Within twenty seconds of me taking off, I feel Torin’s hand at my arm. He crashes into my body from behind and wraps his arms around me as I slow to a walk.
He stays like that for the rest of the way along the sidewalk back to Onyx House.
His body pressed up against mine from behind, making it nearly impossible for me to walk.
I can feel his hard cock resting in the cleft of my ass, with only the thin fabric of our clothes separating it from me.
His hands grasp for purchase all across my body, teasing at my nipples, then gripping my hips, then squeezing my ass from behind as we walk.
I feel like I’m on air.
On a cloud, as the real sky opens above us, and a light drizzle begins to fall.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he murmurs behind my ear, the heat of his breath hitting my skin.