Page 127 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“After all this time,” I say with a small smile. “What do you want?” I ask.

“A kiss.” He rasps.

A soft gasp masks my real reaction; my heart suddenly starts pounding so hard that I can hear and feel it thrashing in my ears.

“What?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Why?”

His gaze drops to my mouth. His voice is throaty when he speaks.

“Why not?”

“You’ve waited all these years,” I shake my head slightly. “You shouldn’t waste it if it’s not something you want.”

The hand that still holds mine pulls me closer to him, his gravelly voice nothing more than a dark murmur when he speaks.

“I’m aware.” The shape of his jaw is set. He won’t be convinced away from getting what he wants.“I remember every word I said.”

“I don’t know that you’ve earned a kiss.” I try, but his hand tightens on my thigh, bringing me ever closer.

“I’m not interested in earning it, Six. I want you to give it to me.”

“The rules,” I say, weakly, my last attempt at resistance.

Because the truth is, I’m dying to kiss him.

“Fuck the rules.” He moves his hand from my thigh to grab my waist.

I place my hand on the side of his neck, feeling the way his steady beat grows progressively quicker under my touch.

His head is completely back, his eyes blown with dark lust and pinned on me as I start to close the distance between us. His hand trails down to cup my ass in a possessive grip, keeping me from backing away if I made a move to do so, but letting me take the lead.

I shouldn’t do this, but the reality is I have nothing left to lose. There’s nothing that I haven’t already given him, that I wouldn’t willingly give him if he wanted it. And he wants it.

With a final breath, I close my eyes and press my lips against his.

My mouth closes around his top lip as my tongue peeks out timidly, brushing at the seam of his lips, urging them to open.

They naturally part and I lick into his mouth, searching for his tongue as a tingle surfs down my spine.

His hands tighten on my body, but he doesn’t kiss me back.

I start to pull away.

“If you weren’t going to–,” his hand closes around the back of my neck, silencing me and keeping me from moving away.

His eyes flutter open slowly, dazedly, pupils blown wide, lust blooming in his gaze like ribbons of ink in water as they meet mine.

“Shut up,” he says, his voice thick with arousal, “and kiss me.”

He yanks me back against his mouth, this time taking control as he stands abruptly and slams me against the wall next to him. My back hits the wall and his hand comes down above me, caging me in.

Unlike my curious, tentative exploration, his mouth claims.

He groans into my mouth as his tongue shoves past my lips and wraps around mine. He’s wild and frenzied, going between biting my lip to warring with my tongue to grabbing me by the waist and hoisting me up against the wall, pinning me with his hips.

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