Page 37 of Babalon

“Don’t do what? Touch you… kiss you… have you quivering in a heap on the floor after I devour you? After I make you scream my name, make your voice go mute?”

“No.” I groan, pushing my heated body to his.

“Explain because from where I’m standing, no doesn’t quite seem like the right word.”

“Please don’t let me go.”

As soon as the words fall out of my mouth, I know that I no longer care—care about the rules, the limitations, the consequences, absolutely nothing. He is right, I’d give him whatever the fuck he wants as long as he follows through, and I return home with his fingerprints bruising my skin.

“So eager, snitch, just how I like you.”

I start to protest but my words are silenced when his lips crash against mine, my eyes slam shut in response, and my stomach flips low in my belly again. I can feel his hand fluttering along the pulse points of my neck, like he’s trying to hold me in place but not allowing me to fade out. Parting my lips, I open, allowing his slick tongue to plunge into my mouth and sweep across my own.

Fucking hell, he tastes good, cinnamon—I want to drown in him.

I can’t help but lean into Kace, almost completely away from the wall now. The barriers of my uniform and his jumper doing little to contain the heat I feel radiating from the both of us. Dropping my hands, they drift to his stomach where I clench the loose fabric there in my fists, itching to feel everything he has hidden beneath the orange layer.

Breaking from the kiss, his grip loosens from around my throat, and for a split second, I want to breathe a sigh of defeat, but then his hand curls around the front of my duty belt, and with a jerk, Kace yanks me flush against him. Both of us huffing as we collide together. Unsure of where to look, I stare at his chest, feeling him unbuckle the metal that held my belt closed, followed by the button, and then the zipper pulley.

I’ve never hated clothes so much in my whole damn life. I almost need him to rip them the hell off me.

“Kace, hurry,” I urge. Not because I was fearful of getting caught, but because if I didn’t get him between my thighs, I am going to lose my mind.

He didn’t speak; instead, he made quick work of the buttons of my shirt, and ripped it open to expose my sports bra and the boy shorts I wore, skin crawling from the cool air that now spills across my flesh.

“So practical, Nadia,” Kace taunts.

“Shut up, inmate, and fuck me, we don’t have time…”

And just like that, I was silenced again. Two of his fingers shoved into the heat of my mouth until the tips caress the back of my tongue, making me to gag. Clamping my lips around them, I suck and tease my tongue along the rough finger pads in return.

Teeth scrape and nibble while he watches with the wildest look in those gorgeous blue eyes.

“You have any idea how many times I have stroked my cock to the idea of your smart-ass mouth wrapped around me? I can’t wait to slide deep into your throat and feel your tonguepanic against my skin. That’s what brats get for being so fucking mouthy.”

I refused to stop the needy moan that vibrates his fingers just then, steadily sucking while I rub my thighs together, the crotch seam of my pants providing a slight bit of pressure, but lord knows I need so much more.

With a wet pop, Kace pulls his hand away, my teeth nearly scraping across his fingers, but in the absence of them, a single string of saliva broke away and fell down my chin. There I stand, half bare, and so damn turned on, but he still wasn’t throwing me down and fucking the hell out of me. No, instead he looks me over which is starting to make me uncomfortable.

Can he see further into who I am? He already knows too much, but I feel like all of my secrets would tumble out of my mouth if he looks any longer.

“K—Kace.”

“Shut up, Nadia. You say nothing but please, thank you, and moan my goddamn name, do you understand?”

“Wh—”

This time, both of his hands reach for me. One grips my face, his fingertips dig into my cheeks, as his other wraps in my ponytail. Instinctively, I began to push and shove at him, but just when I thought I was going to get a good hit, he shoves me down to the ground. My hands barely caught me even though he held my head tight and the abrupt jolt sent a dull pain down my neck and spine.

Fuck, that hurts!

Groaning, my fight or flight kicks in harder. A little too late, but it is there, now that my hands are pushing and swinging, legs trying to lift me up from the floor despite the pain of the cold concrete ground digging into my knees. Snagging the front of his jumper, I yank on it, causing a few buttons to fly open, and the two sides began to part.

“That’s it, just like that—fight me.” Kace rumbles with a laugh.

Quickly releasing my face, my cheeks bloom red where his fingers have been digging into my flesh, a sharp slap ricocheted across my left cheek within a matter of seconds. All my struggling came to a screeching halt, stunned that he actually had the balls to hit someone.

“Open your mouth, like a good girl, and I won’t slap you again.”

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