Page 92 of Only With You

“I am and I’m not sure where you’ve been these past few years, but have you not learned a thing? I don’t care what you say,” I shoot back.

I hold my ground, but it’s weak at best. The foundation is slowly crumbling beneath me. I’ve lost sight of what started this all or how we got here.

“Well,” he derisively remarks, hand pulling my hair so tight it should hurt, but it has the opposite effect on me.Why does this feel so good?“Things change, so you’re going to listen.”

I bear him a haughty smirk, knowing how much he hates those. “Make me.”

The second those two words slip out of my mouth, he releases my ponytail and grips the back of my neck, forcing me onto my tiptoes, and crashes his lips to mine. It all happens too fast, but it takes a second for my shock to dissolve.

Landon glides his tongue along my bottom lip, seeking permission, and the moment I part my mouth, he forces his tongue inside. It collides with mine. Hungrily, he kisses me, devouring and taking up all of my oxygen.

It’s hard to breathe, think, or do anything, but I let him take control. And holy shit, he does.

I’ve never felt hotter, never felt the throb between my thighs be this fierce, and never been this desperate and excited for more.

The kiss is short-lived, because Landon pulls back, leaving me a panting mess. My chest heaves and my lips burn.

“Fuck,” he rasps, raking his fingers through his hair with disbelief. “I?—”

“Do it again,” I hoarsely breathe and fist his shirt, tugging him back to me.

With no hesitation, Landon circles an arm around my waist, and with the other, he cups the side of my face. He connects our lips and kisses me with a savage hunger that spirals my thoughts out of control. The kiss is maddening, wild, and hot. It’s everything I’ve desired and never knew I needed.

He lifts me up, and when I wrap my legs around his torso, my back hits the wall. The sudden force pries a moan from the back of my throat.

But that sound is nothing compared to the whimper mixed with a groan that leaves my mouth when he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard. I shouldn’t sound like that, not when he’s biting this hard, but my body relishes the pain. Though it slowly diminishes when he sucks on it again, but softly this time, as if he were soothing the ache he left.

His rough, callused palm grips my thigh and slowly, he raises it, despite our frenzied kiss, his hand is the complete opposite. I moan into his mouth, tugging the hair at the nape, encouraging him to touch more, but he doesn’t. Landon takes his sweet time,fingers softly digging into my skin like he’s trying to memorize how I feel.

He groans into my mouth, the vibration grazing my tongue and every part of my body until it reaches my core.

He’s hardly done anything, but his mouth, his hand, his body are pressed against me, making me feel delirious and on edge.

I’m definitely on it, because as much as I’m showing him how badly I want this, he’s not budging. His fingers brush the hem of my shorts, and the kiss has slowed to the point we’ve fallen into sync.

It’s maddening how badly I want this, and I hate it, but I don’t fight or pretend like I don’t.

I grind against him, feeling my thong cling to my pussy from how wet it is.

Landon groans again and finally lets go of my shorts. His hand roughly slides up to my hips and around to cup my ass. I gasp into his mouth as he squeezes it hard and presses his body as humanly possible to mine. There was already no space left between us, but now there’s no way that anyone could pull us apart.

He holds my body against him, keeping me from moving, but that only builds the pressure and my clit throbs harder. I whine into his mouth and attempt to roll my hips, but he doesn’t let up. His hold on me tightens and he stops kissing me, only to drop his lips to my sporadic pulse below my jawline. His beard scratches me, and oddly enough, I like the feeling. His teeth drag against my pulse and he nips my skin, sending a shudder to run down my spine.

“Come on, Angel.” He squeezes my ass hard again. “Show me how bad you really want it.”

“Enough with the nicknames,” I grit, cocking my head to the side, giving him more access to my neck. I’m weak, but nothing has ever felt better.

“Right,” he drawls and I swear I feel him smirk. And I’m right, because when he raises his head, I see the infuriating way his egotistical lips curve upward. “You want me to call youmylittle slut. You want me to degrade you, because that’s what you fantasise about. That’s what gets your pussy wet, right? That’s probably what you think about when you’re touching yourself, huh? You dream about it, don’t you? Someone calling you a whore, treating you like one,fuckingyou like one.”

My eyes shoot wide open and my heart careens. My face burns with humiliation, but my body reacts positively to his crude words. I want to hear them again. Still, my embarrassment trumps the need to hear him say it again, and I unhook my legs from him.

I crane my head back, staring up at him. “I don’t?—”

He tucks the few loose strands from my high ponytail behind my ear and leans down until his lips hover at the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry, no one has to know. It’ll be our secret.”

It sounds wrong to want it, but my body yearns for more. And I do trust him in a way I’ve never trusted anyone, but this could end tragically for both of us.

My silence must have prolonged longer than I thought because he speaks up.

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