Page 68 of Hollow Heart

Words disappear as I stare up into his dark eyes, seeing my own glassy torment reflected back in his irises.

His fingers press against the throbbing vein in my neck, and the moment his lips crush mine, I snap.

His kiss is harsh, full of anger and emotions I can’t quite place. I’m sure if I was a normal person, it would feel out of place, maybe even put me off.

But instead, it ignites me, somehow soothing my pain and illuminating it at the same time.

It’s a blissful, rough sort of feeling and I can’t help that I grab him back, my own fingernails digging into his shirt, sinking into the flesh of his hips.

His form envelopes me, crushing me like a vice, and once more I can feel his dick twitching against mine. I groan with satisfaction as Duncan nips at my bottom lip, tongue flicking my lip ring again.

I don’t think anyone’s ever been particularly enthralled by my piercings, and a part of me wonders if he’d give my lorum piercing the same kind of attention, which makes my cock throb against his.

The sound of his frustrated growl slash groan does nothing to quell the desire that spreads through me.

I try to catch my breath, but between his warm tongue and hard cock, I can barely think straight. I slide my hands across his hips, feeling the thickness of his form beneath me.

Duncan is a big guy.

Big, bulky, and hard as fuck.

I’m strangely into it, though.

He makes me feel smaller, lighter, and the wordpreykeeps going off in my head, dancing with other words that will probably echo in there until I write them down.

“You going to ask me to leave again?” I hiss as I trail my fingers over the outline of his length. I can feel it twitch from my touch as I grab his jean-clad erection in my hand, squeezing until he curses.

“That’s not fair,” he growls, his tone desperate as he grinds his cock in my hands.

I bite his bottom lip, thrusting myself against his thigh, eliciting another groan that is like music to my ears.

“No, it isn’t,” I bite, feeling the beginnings of precum pebbling on my cockhead.

I know in my mind, I should probably stop.

But I don’t want to, andheisn’t stopping me.

I should slow down. Ease the guy into shit.

But I don’t know how to take anything slow. My entire life has been living in the fast lane.

“Fuck...” he curses, his breath shaky and his grip tight.

The truth in his voice is the final nail in my proverbial coffin.

I crush my lips against him and he presses himself into me harder, causing the bar to rock and some bottles to fall over.

“Fuck, Felix...” His voice is edged in something dark, something deep that cuts down through flesh and bone to my very being.

Underneath Duncan McKay, I feelalive.

Like I’m no longer drowning.

Beneath his touch, the pain subsides.

His left hand holds my hips with ferocity, his fingernails digging into my skin that is exposed through the open sides of my muscle tank, and I groan in response.

His hand slides over my hips, across my waistband, slowly until his thick fingers trace the outline of my cock, eliciting a moan that is downright desperate from my lips.

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