Page 77 of Obsession

“Fuck,” Harris cursed hoarsely, voicing my thoughts exactly.

He quickly stood up and lifted me with him. I could barely stay on my feet; my hormones were in the middle of an epileptic seizure.

“Come with me,” he whispered, pulling me towards another door.

“Where are we going?” I asked as the banging on the front door got louder and louder, probably a group of students who had a gym class and wanted to change. The idea of Amber catching me in the locker room with her boyfriend scared and satisfied me at the same time.

Harris was frighteningly hard again, and I imagined it was quite painful.

“To the gym,” he replied, opening the door and we both entered a dark room.

I exhaled as Harris closed the door behind us and complete darkness surrounded us.

“Isn’t there a light in here?” I asked, still breathing heavily.

I liked the darkness, but at that moment it didn’t suit the company. It didn’t suit my own well-being. But maybe it was better not to see temptation in the flesh. His presence, even if he was invisible, was enough to cloud my judgment. I could still feel his scent on my skin, his pressed kisses on my neck, and the passionate force of his lips on mine.

Harris didn’t let go of my hand, but I could feel him moving, trying to barricade the door.

“What are you doing?” I murmured, leaning over him even though I couldn’t see.

He didn’t answer, then I felt myself being lifted up and pressed against something else, probably a wall. His body was glued to mine, and his hot breath reached my lips again.

“Harris,” I breathed out, a little startled, especially since my anger-coated fog was beginning to clear.

He muttered a few curse words.

“Stop me, Katherine, because I’m in no condition to do it anymore,” he admitted while his lips were glued to mine, “I want you so bad…” his moan was no longer just pleasure, it was raw torture.

His hands roamed over me, then he wrapped my legs around his waist. The moan he let out sent a shiver down my spine, and his last ounce of control crumbled to dust. The way he kissed me, touched me, his breathing, the way his member pressed into me, even through the barrier of his pants… it was all too much for me to find the strength to stop him.

He rolled his hips again, mimicking a thrust, and we both moaned, then he cursed again.

“Stop me, baby, because I don’t want to destroy what just started between us.”

The air was ripped from my lungs for a myriad of reasons, and I was lucky he was supporting my weight, or I would have collapsed.

He sounded like he was in pain as he struggled with himself while all his instincts pulled him back to my body, to the need to finish it.

What he called me was what brought me back to reality. The wild arousal disappeared and was replaced by something much hotter, but it helped my feral mind calm down.

I hadn’t imagined the word ‘baby’ in the car.

His behavior was entirely caused by me; I was the one who admitted that I wanted him to touch me and then pushed him away.

I took his face in my palms, breaking away from the kiss and touching his forehead to mine.

“Not here,” I breathed out. He was breathing like a madman as his teeth gritted together. “It’s not the right time, nor the right place.”

He took a deep breath, which he held for a while, and shook his head before finally exhaling.

We sat in the same position in silence for seconds as we calmed our breathing and our bodies. We were aroused to the point of madness.

I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel everything. I felt every part of him, his whole being, capable of killing me with a single touch. Sometimes he was truly demonic, especially when he reached the euphoria of arousal.

“I knew I’d lose my head if I kissed you, I fucking knew it, but I didn’t expect it to be like this,” he spoke, his forehead still pressed against mine, my legs wrapped around him.

“But you stopped,” I smiled.

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