Page 89 of Promises in the Dark

I trailed kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips as I bit and sucked at her skin. She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I found that sweet spot just below her ear.

I was a fucking animal in heat.

I kissed my way down her body, trailing hot, wet kisses along her collarbone and down to her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples until she was practically writhing beneath me, begging without words.

“Fuck…”

I pressed my rock-hard cock against her thigh, seeking some kind of friction to ease the burning ache between my legs.

I wanted her, needed her, and judging by the way she was responding, the way her body arched and writhed beneath mine, she wanted me just as badly.

“We should stop,” she said, her voice shaking, like she was trying to convince herself as much as me.

Hell no.

Part of me knew she was right. We should’ve stopped, taken a fucking breath, maybe even rethought what the hell we were doing. But the primal, animalistic part of me, the one ruled by lust and desire, couldn’t give a flying fuck about reason or consequences.

I muttered some bullshit that sounded like agreement, but my lips didn’t obey. They kept pressing against hers, hungry and desperate, not wanting to let go of the taste of her.

“You can stop anytime you want,” I muttered between kisses, trying to deflect the blame onto her.

“You’re the one kissing me,” she shot back, her voice sharp with accusation.

“And you’re the one responding,” I countered, my hands still tangled in her hair.

But then, just as I thought we might actually pause, her hand reached down and grabbed my cock, and that was it.

I lost it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I murmured, the words coming out in a breathy moan.

My brain short-circuited, all coherent thought flying out the window as pleasure shot through me like a lightning bolt.

“How the fuck am I supposed to stop when you’re touching me like that?”

I groaned, hips bucking up into her hand as she stroked me through my pants. Fucking miracle I hadn’t already torn her clothes off.

I needed to pull my shit together. Fast.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her fingers still tracing the outline of my cock, and when she gripped me, stars fucking burst in my head.

I shook my head, reaching out to cup her face in my hands. “Don’t apologize,” I grunted, feeling like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall.

My brain was screaming ‘stop, you idiot’, but my body was like, ‘hell no, keep going’. And I let out this primal moan, like a caveman discovering fire.

So, like the reckless fool I was, I slipped my tongue past her lips once again, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, savoring every moment as if it were my last.

But I wasn’t stupid.

With a sharp intake of breath, I grabbed Red’s hand and pulled it gently away from my aching cock, taking a step back to put some distance between us. Her lips were swollen, parted slightly as she gasped for air, and her eyes dark with need.

God, she was beautiful.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to get my shit together. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady the fuck down. I focused on the sound of my own ragged breathing, using it as an anchor to calm the hell down.

When I opened my eyes, I sighed heavily and looked at Red.

“Alright, Red,” I said, my voice hoarse with the effort of keeping my hormones in check. “Time to get our priorities straight.”

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