Page 51 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

We were breathing each other’s air.

I tugged harder on his hair, and his pupils widened, darkening his eyes, gaze set against mine. “We shouldn’t do this, it’s…It’swrong.”

Wrong because we were wrong for each other. Because we were complete opposites, because I could still remember the words‘He’s not for you, Henry’, and because I knew that this was going to end in disaster.

Antony chose that moment to tug me harder against him, eliminating the space between us, making me gasp with the shock of our bodies fitting against each others’. “Tell that to someone who cares.”

“Antony—”

Then he kissed me.

Chapter 15

Antony

I was kissing Henry Campbell.

I had my lips against his, and I had to say, it had been a long time coming. It was the result of years of pining and wanting and longing and not understanding. The result of months of understandingtoowell what my feelings for Henry were, what they meant, knowing that I could never have what I wanted, and coming too many times thinking of what could never be.

Now, I finally had Henry against me, and after a long moment, I pulled back, needing to see his reaction, that I hadn’t fucked up by giving in, but as soon as his face came into view, he put his hand on my jaw and pulled me to him.

Henry kissed me like he was hungry and I was the first meal he’d had in ages. Like he was thirsty, stuck in the desert, and I was the first drop of water he’d come across, and I kissed him back like he was the air I needed to breathe and I would die if I didn’t get another taste of him.

Our first kiss had been a lot more restrained than this, barely a hint of tongue that had lit me up from the inside out.

This one was desperate. He licked and licked into my mouth and I took everything he had to give. We grabbed onto each other, like we were afraid this moment would run away from us if we didn’t hold on to it, and I finally gave myself completely to the moment.

I was inexperienced and fumbling, but I was making up for it with raw desire. There was no space in my mind to think about Connell, grades, responsibilities, or the real world, there was justHenry, and I needed him more than I’d ever needed anyone in my life.

My back hit the door and still I kept trying to pull Henry closer toward me. Our bodies were flush against each other and our hands were greedy and starved. I kept reaching into his hair, grabbing it like I’d always wanted to, holding him to me and molding my body to his, grinding and rubbing so his scent would be all over me for days.

Henry kept kissing me deeply, letting out small pleasured noises that were making my brain go haywire. He held onto my face with a hand and explored my body with the other, grabbing, caressing, marking. Reaching the small of my back, he pushed me harder against him, like he couldn’t bear the thought of a single breath of air separating us, and it made me grind harder against his hardness.

I couldn’t get enough, and even one leg was going up his side. I was trying toclimb him, for God’s sake, and Henry could only groan in response, pushing harder against me and grinding against my crotch.

The contact was way too good. I pushed my hard dick against his, desperate for harder friction, and Henry’s mouth gave me a break by going down my face and to my neck, where he sucked hickeys onto my skin.

“Fuck,” I gasped against a particularly hard, good thrust. My voice came out high-pitched, not able to control it. Henry reacted by using both his hands, big and strong, to grab onto my hips and push into me harder.

“Was this what you wanted?” Henry asked, voice rough, in between biting kisses I kept stealing from him. “Did you want me desperate and out of my mind?”

“Yes,” I panted, tightening my grip on his hair. “I wanted you just like this.”

I’d imagined it several times in fact. More than I’d wanted to admit. I’d imagined him suddenly coming to his senses and deciding to come for me, giving up on pretenses and succumbing to mindless desire.

I kept panting and moaning low, biting my lip as Henry put his head on the crook of my neck, grinding against me with a slow, sensual precision that made my mind go dizzy. Our jeans scraped on our hard, needy cocks, but I didn’t care, I just didn’t want him to stop.

A gasp came out of me after another good thrust, and the answering groan against my neck made me almost come in my pants.

“Henry,” I gasped when he did it again. “I need—”

“What do you need, darling?” he said against my neck before lifting his head. His dark brown eyes were half-lidded, his lips ravaged. His hair was a fucking mess and he looked better than ever. A smirk peeked at the edge of his lips. “Do you need to get off?”

He said it all the while he held my leg up around his hip, grinding slowly and so sensually against me.

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Go ahead.”

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