Page 108 of Paradox
“Fucking hell,” Eden grunts as I run towards him.
His arms open, and I jump.
My legs strangle him.
He stumbles, but grips my ass as I smash my lips against his.
His skin is freezing.
He smells like pine and smoke.
This is the end of our hunger strike.
We devour each other.
It’s filthy and wet.
Our only concern is getting our bodies as close to each other as physically possible.
With my tongue still in Eden’s mouth, I find the zipper of his coat and rip at it.
One of my arms wraps around his head as he pulls the bottom of it from beneath my legs and throws it to the ground.
I drag the hem of his hoodie and undershirt up as far as I can before he takes over.
Tattoos, half black, half rainbow, envelop me.
One hand slides beneath the back of my sweat pants to grope my bare flesh.
I’m already so hard it hurts.
Unlinking my feet, I let my body hang loose until Eden lowers me to the ground.
Forehead against his chest, I look down as I undo the button and fly of his snow pants.
The tension on the zip as I slide it over his hard-on is intense.
“So this is the time you decide to put on underwear?”
Gripping my jaw, he forces my chin up. “You disappointed, Little One?”
I open my mouth, but I don't intend on speaking.
My tongue lolls out over my bottom lip.
I push his pants as far down his legs as I can.
I try to kneel, but Eden’s fingers dig deeper into my jaw. “Uh-uh,” he tuts with a Cheshire Cat twist to his smile.
My pout is fierce. “But you said you wanted something from me.”
He shakes his head and steps out of his pants.
Moving backward, he pulls me with him to the sofa where he sits on the edge and I stand in front of him.
Starting at my shoulders, he drags both his hands down my arms.
When he reaches my wrists, he changes to my hips and draws the back of his nails up from there to my waist.
