Page 30 of Unhinged

His warm breath brushes against my thigh as he chuckles. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” he whispers, his fingers trailing over my thighs.

“I’m not scared of you, Taren,” I murmur, my voice a hoarse whisper.

“Good,” he says, his voice a gravelly purr. “Because, Alice, I’m about to make you feel things you’ve never imagined. I’m about to tear down your walls and taste the madness within.” His words are a thrilling promise that sends shivers down my spine. I’m his to ruin, to rebuild, to set aflame. With Taren, I’m unbound.

The grin on Taren’s face widens as he slides a finger inside me, inch by agonizing inch. He’s watching me, studying my reactions, drinking in every gasp and whimper that escapes my lips. It’s frustratingly slow.

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, screaming for more. “Taren,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he thrusts his finger deep inside. Yet, it’s not enough, far from it. “Please,” I gasp.

“Still not enough?” he asks. The dark glint in his eyes is cruel. He knows the wild craving he’s ignited inside me.

I grind my teeth. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” he replies, eyes flashing. “I want you as fucking mad as they call me. I want you to be driven to the brink the way you drive me to the fucking brink.”

“Please,” I beg, feeling no shame. I’m too desperate to feel. I’m too desperate for him to claw me out of the hole I’ve been in for two years. “I need you to make me feel again.”

His eyes narrow. “What do you mean, again?”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “Since Michael, I...”

He growls at the mention of the professor who raped me. “Don’t fucking say his name again. I’ll deal with him, but I can’t right now.” He clenches his fists. “Are you saying you haven’t been with a man since?”

I nod in response.

“Did he break my pretty bird’s wings?” His voice is low, a barely controlled snarl.

Taren’s words hang heavy in the air, a hurricane of wrath and protectiveness. Normally filled with madness, his eyes are now unmistakably dark with fury.

I’m about to speak when he shakes his head. “Quiet. I’ll give you what you want.” And then he devours me, my entire body turning to flames. He licks and sucks at my clit like a feral beast.

I moan as he eradicates all thoughts of the past the moment I feel him between my thighs. His teeth sink into my inner thigh as he slams two fingers deep inside me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pulls back, lazily pushing his fingers in and out of me. “Possession isn’t always about holding on tight. Sometimes, it’s about the fall.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about. All I know is his madness is as alluring as the rest of him.

“It’s in that fall where we truly possess each other. In the descent’s chaos, I find you. In the splintering of control, you find me. We’re each other’s madness, the sweetest form of possession.”

“In plain English?”I ask.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, dark eyes flashing as they find mine. “And I’m yours.”

I shudder as it doesn’t make sense. We don’t know each other, yet my soul and every part of who I am agrees. As if we’re two pieces of one whole that was broken apart and need to come back together.

And then he continues, sucking my clit into his mouth and making my back arch. It’s as if he can read my body like a book. Every thing that feels good, he does repeatedly, so in tune with my pleasure.

Before I know it, I’m on the edge of an explosion. “Taren, I’m going to?—”

“That’s right. Come for me. I want you to shatter for me. Let me drown in your pleasure.” His fingers hit a spot inside me that has my eyes rolling back in my head, and I can’t help but cry out. “That’s it,” he urges, “let yourself fall into the madness. It’s where we belong, you and I.” The urgency in his voice is mirrored in his actions, his fingers and mouth working in overdrive, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

And then I shatter for him. “Oh my God!” I scream. My orgasm sets every nerve ending on fire. It’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced, making my body convulse.

“Damn it, your pussy is clenching my fingers so fucking hard, little bird.” He groans, rubbing a hand across the bulge at his crotch. “My cock wants to be so fucking far inside you right now.”

“Then fuck me,” I breathe.

He smirks, shaking his head. “No, I told you. Not yet. Not tonight.”

I grunt in frustration as he moves to the side, lying on the bed beside me before pulling my body against his chest. “Why not?” I ask.

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