Landon’s been there in the shadows since day one, silently, fiercely watching over me. The first man to touch me without making me flinch. He stands with me during the nights when mynightmares have threatened to tear me apart and he promised that he would stitch me back together without asking for a thank you.
I can't imagine walking into a room without his presence trailing behind me like a second spine. I can’t imagine not hearing his footsteps, his voice, his breath in the dead of night. And somehow, I’ve becomehiscenter of gravity. His oxygen. His obsession. It terrifies me. But it makes something ache inside me, too.
He leans closer, and the air shifts with him. I can feel the heat of his chest against mine, the barest brush of his lips as they move past my ear.
“I don’t know how it happened,” he whispers, voice hoarse and fraying at the edges. “But you’veconsumedme, Jasmine. You don’t have to give me everything. I know you need more than I can be. I know you are so close to being obsessed with her, and you are intrigued by Conner. I know you're torn, and I would never make you choose.”
He presses a kiss to the curve of my shoulder—soft, reverent, devastating. “I don’t need all of you, Peach,” he murmurs. “I can live with a piece. Just give me a piece.Please.”
My throat tightens. My body’s on fire. I should say something—anything. I should tell him no. Or yes. Orwait.
But instead?—
“Kiss me,” I whisper, voice cracked and soaked in want. “Landon… kiss me.”
His head lifts slowly. His eyes meet mine.
And everything breaks.
His lips crash into mine, hungry and possessive, and I gasp into his mouth. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. I can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my tank top, the way his sweatpants cling to his hips, leaving little to the imagination. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl, a low, feral sound that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’ve been teasing me since the moment we met, Peach,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot and uneven. His hands slide down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter. The cool surface bites into my skin, a sharp contrast to the fire burning inside me. His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving marks I know I’ll feel tomorrow. “I’m done playing nice.”
I arch into him, my body already desperate for more. “Then stop being nice,” I dare him, my voice trembling with need.
His eyes darken, and he steps between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my sleep shorts down to my ankles. The air hits my bare skin, and I feel exposed, vulnerable, but it only makes me throb harder. His gaze locks onto mine as he kneels before me, his hands spreading my thighs wide.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, his breath hot against my core. His tongue darts out, a slow, teasing lick that has me gasping, my hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking as he laps at me again, his tongue firm and relentless. My head falls back, a moan tearing from my throat as he devours me like a man starved. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he feasts on me, each lick sending sparks through my body.Oh god, he’s so good at this.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me how much you want this,” he demands, his voice rough.
“Please, Landon,” I beg, my voice breaking. “I need you. I need you to make me cum.”
His grin is wicked as he dives back in, his tongue plunging into me with a ferocity that has my back arching off the counter. He’s relentless, swirling and sucking, his fingers joining in, teasing my clit with just the right amount of pressure. My moans echo through the kitchen, loud and shameless, as I let myself fall apart under his touch.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his words muffled against my skin. “Let me hear you. Let me taste how much you want me.”
My thighs tremble as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. His tongue is relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close, so fucking close, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I shatter. My entire body convulses, a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure surges through me, wave after wave, until I’m gasping for air, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
Landon pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes blazing with satisfaction. “You taste like fucking heaven,” he says, his voice rough. He stands, towering over me, his cock straining against his sweatpants. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I can catch my breath, he’s flipping me around, my chest pressing against the counter as he pushes me forward, my ass in the air. His hands grip my hips, and I feel the fabric of his sweatpants brush against my thighs as he pulls them down. Ilook over my shoulder, because the temptation to see him, and I mean all of him, has me practically shaking.
His cock springs free, thick and hard, and I whimper at the sight of it.
“You’re going to take every inch of me,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. He slides the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing me, driving me wild. “You’re going to scream my name again before I’m done with you.”
“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling. “I need you inside me.”
He doesn’t make me wait. He thrusts into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, and I cry out, my nails digging into the counter. He’s so big, so fucking deep, and it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. His hands grip my hips as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust driving me closer to the edge again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice strained. “So tight, so fucking wet for me. Is this what you wanted, Peach? To be fucked like this?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling with each thrust. “Please, don’t stop. Please, Landon, don’t stop.”
He slaps my ass, the sting only heightening the pleasure coursing through me. “You take me so well,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he fucks me harder, faster. “You’re mine, Peach. Mine to fuck, mine to use.”
