Page 182 of Dare To Live

“We can’t change the past.”

“I know.” Reaching for the handle, I open the door and step out into the cold night air.

The others are getting out of their own vehicles, and we wait for them. As a group, we walk across the grass to the path that leads to our dorm building. A few other people are standing around in small clusters, and it feels strange seeing them outside after curfew. I laugh at the thought, reminding myself that we aren’t kids anymore.

Eli tucks me into his side when I shiver.

My pulse speeds up. I can’t read his expression; his face is in shadows.

I don’t know what mood he’s in, but I am sure he’s going to burn a hole through my heart before the week is over. Eli Travers is the only person in the world who can hurt me with little more than a glance. I’m so uncertain of what the future holds for us. If we even have one at all.

My heart crumples at the thought.

“Goodnight,” Miles calls when we reach our floor and go to our rooms.

Garrett unlocks his door. “One more day left. Prom tomorrow.”

“Then we never have to come back here.” Only I hear Eli’s words as he opens the door.

The second we’re inside with the door locked, I make my move. I step into his body and kiss him, my tongue pushing past his lips. His response is immediate, and just as fierce as mine. It’s all heat, passion, fire, and turmoil. We devour each other, teeth clashing, tongues dueling, lips sucking.

I break away to catch my breath. There’s an ache between my legs that I can’t ignore.

Eli’s eyes are stormy as he stares at me.” What are you doing?”

My palms cover his cheeks and I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I hope that’s obvious.”

“You want my dick?” He lets me push him toward the bed.

“I want you. Let me make you feel good tonight.”

“You want to be in charge, Hellcat?”

My hands move to the belt on his jeans. “I want you naked.”

He helps me strip off his clothes until he’s standing nude. With a gentle shove, he sprawls on the mattress. I kick off my heels, and crawl onto the bed after him. There’s a sense of power at still being clothed, while the man beneath me isn’t. When he reaches for me, I catch his wrists and pin his arms to the bed.

“No. Tonight you’re mine to toy with.”

I lean down and lick his nipple, trail kisses down his chest, nip the taut skin over one hip and wrap my hand around his cock.

He’s hard and ready, and the sight of his arousal makes my mouth water and my pussy wet.

Eli watches me with glittering eyes, and I keep my gaze locked on his while I open my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips. His groan sends a surge of triumph through me. He likes what I’m doing to him. I take him deeper, until he fills my mouth, and his fingers clutch at the sheets.

“Fuck. Ari.”

His cock swells in my mouth, and I revel in his tortured moans and sighs. I slide my lips up until only the head is resting against my lips, and I lick all around it, place a kiss on the tip, and move to straddle his hips.

His hands find my waist, holding me steady while I pull up the skirt of my dress. I don’t even want to waste the couple of seconds it would take to take my panties off. I drag them to one side, position his cock at my entrance and sink down onto him. The way he fills me, stretches me, forces a moan of pleasure from my lips.

“Ride me.” His hands slide back to cup my ass.

I move slowly, undulating my hips, my gaze locked on his.

There’s something different about our coupling. The savage wildness we usually have when we fuck is missing. There’s a sharper, sweeter intensity to it. I pour my love into each movement, gyrating on top of him, taking his cock deeper. Telling him with my body how I feel about him, because I don’t have the courage to voice it.

Eli’s neck arches back against the pillow, the corded tendons in his throat straining against the skin, as he jerks his hips up to meet me with his thrusts. I want to bite them, sink my teeth into him, taste him.

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