Page 101 of Obsession

Harris suddenly exhaled over my skin and sank his teeth into it, placing his palm over my mouth to stifle the scream that escaped my lips. I gripped his shoulders with all my strength and pushed myself into him, which brought a groan from the back of my neck, and he cursed.

He pulled back and looked at me. His demonic eyes were more dangerous than I’d ever seen them, a primitive savagery lurking in them.

“We have to stop.”

I could not believe my ears.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close again, then whispered sensually across his lips.

“I don’t want to stop anymore. We know we’ll end up here eventually.”

His mouth formed an exhausted smile as he leaned his forehead against mine, and he winced as I sank my nails into his pecs again, then swallowed audibly.

“Yeah, we’ll get to it, but not in a fucking high school restroom. Not if I have to cover your mouth so your moans and screams can’t be heard. That’s not how this is going to go down.”

Still dazed and with an out-of-control state of mind, I didn’t listen to him and continued to bait him with my touch. He grabbed my hand as I stroked his jeans button. His erection almost broke through the fabric.

“Not now.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re high and have lost all control,” he grinned devilishly, pulling my hand to his lips.

“I love your challenges,” I growled.

I’d had enough talk; I wanted action, I wanted sex, fucking hell! Never in my life had I taken any drugs that triggered such feelings. They had never manifested themselves in this way, not until I met Harris.

“Since when do you have such self-control?”

“I’m holding on by a fucking thread right now. All I can think about is how much you’re going to hate me afterward and how you’re going to think I took advantage of you,” he put his thumb to my lips to stop my protest. “We have to… fuck,” his words turned into a desperate moan as I wrapped my mouth around his finger.

I swirled my tongue around it and sucked gently as Harris watched my mouth with furious eyes, his body shaking. I felt hiscock getting harder, more massive, and he gritted his teeth. He leaned over me, so close to giving in again, then he pulled away from me.

I was about to fall off as he stepped back, turned his back to me and ran his fingers through his hair while he growled through his teeth.

He was tense, sexy, and I wanted to lick every inch of his skin.

Somewhere deep in a corner of my mind, I knew I was completely off the rails, and would be in trouble if I didn’t stop. But like I said… that corner was buried deep.

Harris was muttering obscene curses, and I noticed that his back was free of tattoos, while his stomach, chest and arms were full of them.

He didn’t turn to face me. He just went to the sink, filled his palms with water and splashed it over his face. At that moment, I realized that I was also sitting on the counter that connected the sinks.

His desperation made me giggle. I leaned back against the mirror and felt how cold it was on my bare skin, but I was too heated anyway.

Harris scowled at me.

“Am I funny?”

“You’re hot.”

His tongue darted out as he licked his lips and looked at me in a way that made me moan. His arousing smile was enough to make me come. He was fully aware of his looks, of what he was doing to me, and now he was just satisfied that I was finally admitting it.

I’d probably slap myself for it later.

He straightened his spine and exhaled heavily.

I bit my lip and analyzed his perfection.

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