But I was a selfish bastard.
Which is why I fucking decided that I’d have both.
Adelaide looked away from my eyes while I searched hers. They glazed over with lust and so much fucking want, and it pissed me the fuck off she tried to hide that from me.
She loved me yet removed it from her heart to stay away.
Not on my watch.
Never on my fucking watch again.
She’d love me again.
I’d make sure of it.
With a curled hand around her neck and sudden passing shock, Adelaide gasped as I pulled her lips back onto mine.
It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t sweet.
It was fucking havoc and pain and so much anger and both of us fought for ourselves or each other—who the fuck knew when the lines fucking blurred from the beginning?
Soft lips plummeted into mine without the initial hesitation. We shouldn’t do this, she was right—but I was done making the right choices for everyone but myself. Especially when her tongue stroked me like a firecracker waiting to be lit with a match, I caught onto the battle—lifting hers with mine, playing with it, wanting it,needingit.
She moaned into my mouth, completely pliant in my arms yet her hand remained on my jacket as if touching me elsewhere would burn her. I bet we looked like a fuckingmess. One hand near her pussy, the other pushing up against her tit.
I was fucking tired of fighting my feelings.
From now on, her tits, her ass, her pussy—all of it was fuckingmine.
The second I tweaked her peak through the dress, she whimpered a subtle “Christian,” that made my dick heavy in my pants. She writhed under my touch yet surrendered entirely to my dominance.
I gripped her thighs, urging her closer to which she did without complaint and rocked her hips against the finger edging closer to her pussy.
With every uninhibited rock of her hips, she brought herself closer and closer until my middle finger rubbed against the wet part of her. “Fuck, baby.”
“No,” she snapped in my mouth when I put distance between her cunt and my hand.
Not because I didn’t want to, because I really fucking wanted to.
But I needed to let her breathe.
Adelaide was panting, completely shaking in my arms and I couldn’t control myself.
I hadn’t fucked anyone since her and if I didn’t go slow, I’d become the first man in the world to come in five seconds.
“Sunshine,” I pulled away despite her clawing at my jacket—kissing me over and over and fucking over again. “Baby,” I put distance between us. Grasping her by the shoulders so she’d look at me.
She didn’t. Her eyes remained hungry for my lips and jumped for them again. I let her because I didn’t havefucking control when she looked at me the way I wanted her to look at me and who the fuck was I to resist her?
Music played in the distance, but the song in my heart had a beat no rhythm could mimic. Not when the quiet language pouring from her lips connected the dots to the meaning of mine. We were playing a tune together, one of innocence and corruption—mad at the other for not understanding when we were each other’s definition from the very fucking start.
He chest heaved with heavy breaths when I kept her at an arm's length. “Let’s talk about this.”
Adelaide’s lips parted as she caught her breath—yet her eyes tilted downwards to my dick which made it harder than it fucking was. Fuck. She was pretty. She was the kind of pretty I’d walk miles to catch a glimpse of.
“Talk about what? I’m wet and you're hard, slide it in so we can call it a day.”
