Page 24 of Dark Delights

I jerked back, my lips losing touch with Eve’s. I stared at her, feeling like she’d shocked me just as much as I’d shocked her. Her touch fell from my cheeks, and I could breathe again. Oddly, my skin felt cold where her fingers had been. I missed her warmth. It was the first time I could remember wanting someone to touch me, and it was earth-shattering.

This is what true desire felt like. This was it. I knew in that moment this feeling would forever be associated with the taste of cinnamon and Eve Martino.

She hesitated, looking up at me with those fucking huge eyes. “What if we die?” she asked in a scared whisper. “I don’t want to think about that… I want to feel alive while I am.”

It sat between us that the things happening outside the door were extremely real and absolutely terrifying. We might never leave this building. There were plenty of outcomes to this scenario where these were our last hours.

My silence gave her pause. “I’m sorry I touched you?—”

“It doesn’t matter,” I cut her off.

“But you hate me,” she remembered, like that would make her kissing me back even more offensive.

I moved closer. “It doesn’t matter.”

I reached for her, and she tilted her head back and met my furious kiss with one of her own. Our tongues tangled wetly, and she moaned. I swallowed the sound, keeping that sigh of surrender for myself. I plundered her mouth with my tongue, wishing it was my dick that was pushing between her plump lips instead.

She pressed her tight little body into my arms. My cheeks still burned with longing for the warm feeling her touch had ignited inside me. I grabbed her hand and put it back on my cheek, never breaking the kiss. She brought the other up to join the first. It felt fucking good to be touched by her, where no one had ever caressed me before. It’d been so long since I’d even thought about being touched, the daring stroke of her hand was a revelation. I’d forgotten my body could feel so good without pharmaceutical help.

The drug addiction had crept up on me, dulling all my other needs and wants. Over time, I’d stopped wanting normal things a teenager in high school wanted, and just searched for my next fix.

“Are you an addict, Beckett?”My father’s rough demand ran through my mind. It had felt ridiculous when he’d asked it, but now, I wasn’t so sure anymore. Would anyone but an addict ignore how fucking good this felt?

I rocked my hips into her belly, my cock rubbing maddeningly against my belt buckle. It hurt, but not enough to stop.

I broke off the kiss of a lifetime to trail my lips along her jaw to her ear. I needed to taste more of her skin. She rocked against me, meeting my thrusts with her body, urging me on.

This was insane. We both knew it, and yet, neither one of us stopped it.

I bit down on her ear, and she gasped loudly. I slid my hand over her mouth to silence her. She still had to be quiet. She licked at the pads of my fingers and then sucked one inside her mouth. I pulled back, turned on beyond belief, gazing at Eve like she was someone I’d never met before. There was bratty twin Eve, annoying as hell; there was moral high ground Eve, making me feel like trash for being rich; and now, there was another Eve to add to the list.

Sexually curious Eve.

This one was a killer.

She flicked her tongue over the ends of my fingers, and I bit out a curse, taking her hand and putting it right back on my aching cock.

“You’re destroying me, Cinderella. Can’t you feel how much it hurts?”

All the other pain in my body from withdrawal had faded and was concentrated in my cock. All I could think about was unzipping my jeans and freeing myself. Eve’s hand stayed on my hard-on, even after I let her go. She was breathing fast, and her T-shirt was puckered around her nipples. They were poking through the thin material like rosebuds.

“Tell me you have a bra on,” I demanded thickly, my eyes glued to the sight of the swaying points.

She shook her head slowly. I groaned and brought my hands up to cup her tits through the fabric. They were full and heavy. She’d always had beautiful tits. It had been impossible not tonotice, whether she was off-limits or not. More than a handful, they spilled over my hands as I cupped them and thumbed her nipples. They were natural and unexplored by either a surgeon’s knife or another man. I couldn’t stop caressing them.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” I asked roughly, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again. Her innocence was an aphrodisiac like no other. Where my body was used up and wasted, unwillingly experienced and jaded, Eve’s was fresh and new. Clean like I’d never be. I’d read enough self-help bullshit to know that was a very unhealthy view to have of my own body, but that didn’t stop the voices in my head from whispering it.

“You know they haven’t,” she said, arching into my touch. Her hand was stroking over my cock, pressing against the head, and sending me dizzy. “I’ve never done anything, with anyone.”

“Until tonight,” I corrected her. I slipped my hands under the hem of her shirt and advanced up her belly. The weighty curve of her breasts was the best thing I’d ever felt. “Until me. Fuck, you’re perfect. Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

She leaned back against the wall and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. I stared.

“I thought you hated me,” she reminded me in an uncertain whisper.

“I do, and you hate me, too, don’t you? Spoiled, rich boy Beckett. Privileged, arrogant jock…isn’t that how it goes?” I murmured, moving my thumbs across her dark nipples.

She moaned loudly when I tugged at them, and I had to kiss her to drown out the sound. “Shut the fuck up, Tiny, unless you want to get caught like this,” I reminded her.

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