Page 13 of Magic or Madness

But when I look at him, hear his voice, or feel his touch, all the tiny shouting in my head that tells me I’m crazy is silenced, and I feel at ease with my choice to be here with him.

Still, there’s a difference between spending the night with him, and completely giving myself to this man, with zero regard for how this could very wellwreck me, as he put it.

“Come here and kiss me,” he says in a low voice, inviting me closer with a wiggle of his finger.

Fuck.

He looks like aGodlaying in this massive bed, his curly hair splayed across the mattress, and his devilish grin baiting me into a battle against myself.

Brain or heart.

A smart girl who draws a boundary line or a dumbass who jumps at the thought of fucking someone this gorgeous.

I press my body against him, resting my hand on his cheek. His pupils are blown, showing just how much he wants me, andfuck, I want this too.

Slowly, I press my lips against his, and all my rational thinking flies out the window. He parts my lips with his tongue, and instantly, we’re fighting for dominance. His hands are rough against my skin, and his fingertips feel like they’re made of flames, leaving little spurts of heat wherever they touch.

Ozzy breaks our lips apart, breathing heavily as his eyes lock into mine.

“You’re incredible, Fallon,” he whispers, stroking my cheek gently.

“I want you.” I fire back, tangling my hands in his wild mane of curls.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to pressure you.” He peppers my cheeks with kisses, trailing down my neck.

He wraps a hand around my throat, tilting my head to the side and sucking on my delicate flesh, lighting a fire inside me.

Soft moans escape my lips as he strengthens his grip, cutting off my ability to breathe easily.

“I won’t be gentle, Bambi,” he whispers when I don’t pull away or tell him to stop, and he starts lightly biting my earlobe, causing me to swallow against his palm.

His eyes light up, watching as I try to form words around his hand, and he slightly lets up, giving me the chance to finally speak.

“Wreck me, Ozzy,” I choke out, and his demeanor changes with my consent.

In a swift motion he lets go of my throat, sitting me up, ripping my shirt into shreds, and tearing it off my body. My breasts are exposed, and he wastes no time unclasping my bra, revealing my bare chest.

“Oh,fuck, Fallon,” he says, biting his lip as his eyes roam my body.

Ozzy takes my breasts in his hand, roughly pinching my nipples, causing me to tip my head back and take in a deep breath.

My senses are squished together, my ears are ringing, and my eyes are heavy. Time feels like it’s stopped, just for us, and every moment feels like a lifetime.

He tugs at the waistband of my jeans, and I nod, letting him take them off.

Suddenly, the only piece of clothing covering me is my pink panties, and he hasn’t taken anything off. It’s as if I’m his art project, displayed for him to look at as he sees fit, and I’ve never felt more comfortable with my clothes off.

Ozzy makes me feel beautiful.

“No need for these,” he groans, ripping my underwear so hard the fabric splits, and he tosses them on the floor.

I rest on my elbows, not wanting to miss a single second, and watching intently while he slides down the bed, staring at me with a primal look in his eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, Bambi. Show me your pretty pussy,” he commands, never taking his eyes off me.

I do as he asks, laying flat on the bed and opening my legs as wide as they can go. He bites his lip, cursing under his breath before reaching out and brushing his fingers around my entrance.

“Already so wet, is that for me?” He asks, and I nod, the embarrassment slowly creeping in.

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