Page 82 of Sinful Desires
I pulled back an inch, my forehead pressed to hers. “Pas ici.”
Her body leaned into mine, soft and needy, all sin and sweetness, and I hated her for it. Hated how much I wanted to throw her against the wall and let the whole fucking world burn.
“Translation,please,” she whispered, mouth still parted, breath shaking.
A groan ripped from my chest.
Putain.
Thatword again.
I locked my hands around her thighs and lifted, shoving her against the wall as my mouth crashed into hers again. She tasted like everything I hated wanting.
Sweet. Poison.Mine.
Three fucking years, and I swore my soul almost dropped to its knees.
We were kissing like we meant to rip pieces off each other. Tongues clashing, lips bruising, breaths stolen between bites.
I pressed her harder into the wall, my hands gripping the backs of her thighs as I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them open around my hips. My cock ground against her through my pants, the pressure so fucking good it made my teeth clench.
She let her head fall back, lips parted, chest rising hard against mine.
“Fuck,” she breathed, and I felt it right through me.
I dragged my mouth down her neck, biting just under her jaw.
“We shouldn’t?… Fuck, Scarlett. I gotta stop?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
She arched into me, nails scraping the back of my neck like she didn’t know if she wanted to pull me closer or rip me apart.
“Do you want me, Théo?” she muttered, grinding against me again, rougher, harder.
I groaned against her skin, my mouth locked on the spot just below her ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Say it,” she whimpered, voice shaking. Her fingers grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her. Eyes wild. Lips swollen. “Say you want me.”
My breath caught. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. “I fucking want you, Scarlett.”
Her lips brushed mine. “Only me?”
“Onlyyou.”
“Then prove it,” she rasped, biting my lip again. “Or get the fuck out of my way.”
I kissed her deep and hard. Her hips rolled into mine, slow and punishing. Wet heat soaked my pants, every roll pulling a curse from my throat. I pressed her harder into the wall, my hands gripping her ass.
“Tu sens tellement bon,” I growled into her neck. “You like this, huh? You like rubbing that soaked little pussy against my cock?”
She whimpered, hips stuttering as I ground against her. Her nails dug into my neck, desperate now. “Say it again.”
“I want you, Scarlett.Je te veux comme un fou.”
I kissed her jaw, dragged my mouth along her cheek, then took her lips again. She let out a broken moan, her thighs tightening around my waist, her body trembling.
“I?…” Her voice cracked, breath coming fast.
