Page 126 of When The Night Falls

Still giggling, I manoeuvred past the dancing bodies toward my desired spot. It was just below the staircase leading to the second floor, and it was shrouded in beckoning darkness.

I had nearly reached it when I turned to wait for him. About three feet away from me, he stopped, his eyes flickering between my mischievous smile and the dark area behind me. Seeming to infer my intentions, he took a deep breath, his jaw flexing.

With a lustful gleam in my eyes, I offered my hand to him as a silent invitation. I couldn’t quite distinguish the emotion that permeated his gaze. All I could tell was that it was intense.

He seized my hand and pulled me forcefully toward him. I slammed into his muscular chest, startled by his urgency. Before I could recover, he was moving forward, his hands on my hips as he steered me backward into the darkness. Veiled by shadows, he kept walking until I bumped into the wall behind me.

Suddenly his lips were right by my ear. ‘You are such a tease.’

I wetted my lips and locked my arms around his neck. ‘Am I?’

‘I swear to God, Cara, you’ll be my undoing,’ he said gruffly.

‘What, you can’t handle me?’ I purred and ran my fingers through his hair. Moving my leg between both of his, I started grinding against his thigh.

‘Oh, I’ll fucking handle you,’ he said and thrust his hips against me to pin me to the wall. Air exploded out of my lungs at his lustful action. A heartbeat later, his mouth found mine, and my chest ignited with a passion I had only felt twice before.

Truly, he was the best kisser I had ever encountered. How I had managed to resist him before was beyond my comprehension. I must have been an idiot.

The mesmerising motion of his mouth sent a surge of excitement through me. Tender, yet still so forceful, it ravished my own. His tongue wasn’t plunging into my mouth. It merely teased it, and it aroused me to an extent nobody but him had ever managed.

Dopamine raged through my system when the delectable taste of him detonated in my mouth. I had missed it more than I had been aware of. He tasted so good, and he kissed even better.

But his kiss was slightly different this time. It held such resolve that I was rendered powerless.

As his lips continued to slide against mine, my heart ached terribly. Pleasure tore at the very fibres of it. When William kissed me, I felt ecstatic. It was as though nothing else mattered anymore. Everything faded, everything but him. It just felt uncannily right; I felt complete, as though a vacancy I hadn’t known I harboured had been occupied; as though our lips had been designed for each other; as though we had been fated to combine all along.

It was entirely liberating to finally allow myself the sin – to touch him, to taste him. I wanted the moment to last for ever. There would be no consequences, then. Just him and me, marvelling endlessly at our overwhelming chemistry, in a moment locked away in infinity.

He groaned into my mouth and cupped my cheeks in his hands. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against mine and heaved for air.

‘Shit, Cara. What you do to me.’

‘Less talk, more kissing,’ I said on a ragged breath and brought his mouth back to mine. His stubble scraped my palms when I clasped his strong jaw, and I felt him smile against my lips. God, he was enticing. I wanted to devour the entirety of him.

He kept kissing me for minutes on end, and I never wanted him to stop. He was so damn good at it. I was addicted to his mouth, and all the things it could do.

My heart seemed to have caught fire, and his lustful hands on my body were adding fuel to it. Again, a most uncanny feeling poured into it, nibbling on the fibres.

What was it? It was so alien to me. So sweet, and yet so vulnerable. Delicate yet profound.

I frowned, trying to identify it, but when his hand trailed down my thigh, I forgot all about it. Groaning, I invited his touch to progress. Seeming to understand, he hooked his arm around my thigh and brought my leg around him. His fingertips travelled as light as a feather up my thigh again, then inward toward my dripping lips. He was barely touching me, yet a touch had never felt more powerful.

‘Will,’ I moaned and broke our kiss.

Chuckling, he reclaimed my mouth as his fingers drew closer and closer to my aching wetness. When they flirted with the soaked part of my thong, he pulled away and rested his lips by ear. I panted, trying to withstand the tingling sensation he was causing between my legs.

Suddenly he cupped my sex, making me gasp.

‘Always ready for me, Cara.’

‘Yes,’ I whined. ‘You drive me insane!’ I gripped his collar to tug him back to my mouth, but he refused me the satisfaction. He stopped just before he reached my swollen lips, his breath breezing across them.

‘Good.’ He rubbed me gently and I shuddered, caught by the delicious friction he provided. Hooking his fingers into my thong, he pushed it aside and revealed my wetness. One finger lapped over me once. Then he dipped it into me, though barely.

I shuddered again, wanting him to continue.

‘More?’ he purred into my ear.

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