Page 50 of Sweetest Hate

"Clothes. Off," he growled as he stalked forward, then impatiently tore at my own clothes, stripping me naked. Once I was bare, he stepped back, eyes darkening as his gaze trailed a heated path over my body. "Your nipple rings kill me," he rasped. "You want me, little mouse?"

"Fuck yes," I whispered.

He hummed, pleased with my answer. In a few short strides, Arsen gripped my legs. In the next breath, my back hit the mattress that sank beneath our weight and he crawled over me, his movements slow and calculated, making me wait and driving me crazy.

"Stop doing that," I hissed.

"Doing what, babe?" He dipped his head, trailing his lips along my neck.

"Driving me crazy." I lifted my hips, trying to bring our bodies together, craving his skin on mine. "We can play that game another night. Right now, I need you."

He froze, lips still against my neck, his breaths coming in spurts. When he pulled back, he swallowed audibly. "Okay, babe. Tell me what you need."

Somewhat curious about his change in demeanor, my gaze traced over his features. "Kiss me."

Lowering his head once more, he kissed me slow and deliberate as he had at the beach, but full of heat and need like our first time together. The combination was dizzying, and my cock ached for relief.

"You want more?" he whispered.

I wanted fucking everything.

"Yes," was what I managed, and he took my mouth in a devouring kiss that boiled my blood as he finally lowered his body onto mine. The heat from his skin was intoxicating, and I bathed in the warmth. "Ineedmore."

Arsen dragged himself down my body, tongue and fingers ghosting over my chest, pausing to suck and tweak my nipple rings until I was a writhing mess with my dick leaking onto my stomach. He flicked at the jewelry while bringing a hand down to my cock and wrapped his long fingers around my length, stroking me base to tip. My legs spasmed as he set a steady rhythm, matching his manipulations of my nipples in time with his strokes.

I wasn't going to last. "Condom."

He quickly pulled back, sliding from the bed. "You need me inside you?"

His voice was all gravel and jagged glass, and it sent shivers up my spine. "Now would be good."

He groaned and stepped away to his bag on the floor, retrieving a foil wrapper and a small bottle of lube. "That better have been planned for me."

"Who the fuck else would it be for?" he asked as if it should have been a foregone conclusion, making my heart thump an extra beat.

He slipped the condom on and moved between my spread legs, applying lube and then slowly sliding one thick finger inside me, stretching me until I grew impatient. "I'm ready."

He bit his lip, and my sac drew tight. To be fair, his lips were ridiculous. "You need me. Say it again."

Not questioning why he wanted those words, I told him what he wanted to hear. Because it was true. "I need you." He shuddered, and my heart ached. The words seemed to affect him on a different level. "I need you," I repeated.

He blew out a long breath before crawling over me once more, taking one of my legs and holding it over his arm. He guided his tip to my entrance and paused, staring down at me with eyes I could easily lose myself in if I wasn't careful. "Good. I need you too."

And then he thrust inside me hard, dragging out a loud moan from my throat. No other words were exchanged as he drove his body into mine. They weren't necessary. Our bodies moved together until I was on the edge of pure oblivion.

"I'm there," I shouted just as I came. He hammered inside me, lifting up and watching my dick shoot ropes of come on my stomach.

"Fuck yes," he hissed, his movements growing unsteady before he stilled with a low groan that vibrated his chest. A guttural sound, primitive and old as sin itself.

Just as he collapsed over me, almost suffocating me beneath his much heavier body, the sound of footsteps in the hall made me freeze, and Arsen tensed above me. Only one person would have been in the house, and there was no way Quinn hadn't overheard the most intense experience of my life. I was almost angry about it. That moment belonged to Arsen and me alone, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. It could have been an accident, except Quinn's room wasn't this far down the hall. Then the sound of the front door slamming shut followed, and my brow furrowed.

Sighing, Arsen slowly pulled out and scooted off the bed before offering me a hand to pull me up. "Let's go get cleaned up."

Apparently, we were both going to avoid talking about Quinn's intrusion. I wasn't even sure exactly what Quinn was so pissed about. He knew Arsen and I had hooked up. He didn't know that things had changed, and it had become much more, at least for me.

I'd told myself falling for Arsen would leave me nothing more than a pile of rubble and ash, and yet I'd been helpless to stop. It was too late. I'd fallen in love with the devil with a wicked smile, only he wasn't at all who I'd met by the fire that night. Or at least he wasn't only that. Arsen was more than he portrayed to the world. For me, he pulled back those layers little by little, allowing me to see his insecurities and thoughtfulness. Even if the glimpses were brief, I knew they were there waiting for me to uncover all the pieces he had to offer. And I would. If Arsen let me, I'd be the moth to his flame, and I'd go willingly, even with the risk of losing everything. To me, he was worth the chance because the flip side was that I gained everything. That was a gamble I was willing to take. Now I just had to wait and see what his next move would be and hope he didn't break my heart.

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