Page 112 of Filthy Little Pretties
Her hands grip my shirt tighter as I look up. She’s biting her lip, deep lines marring the in between of her eyes. “Grey, don’t say that.”
My head shakes as I bring my hand to her cheek. She’s so beautiful, and I don’t deserve her. “Punish me. Hate me.” Her hand reaches up to cover my mouth, but I pull it away. “Walk away.”
“Stop saying that,” she snaps, turning to walk away, but I wrap my arms around her, holding her still.
“Because if you stay, I’ll beg. I’ll fucking beg for you. On my hands and knees. Everything I said today was mean and wrong. I don’t care about your past, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I need you, Donovan. I’m not me without you.”
Her forehead falls against my chest, and she lets out a shaky breath. “I hate how weak you make me.”
“Then stay mad. Just don’t say no to us because I fucking love you. I love you.”
Her head shifts up, and I feel her fingers dig into my hips. “God damn me. I love you too.”
My mouth crashes down on hers, and time feels like it stops, as our tongues dance the moment they touch, winding around and tasting, as my fingers weave through her hair. Her arms wrap around my ribs as we kiss like it’s the first time. Like we’ve been starved for this moment. Our words are whispered between desperate kisses as we move around the room, stumbling, hands roaming, mouths sealed, until she’s backed up into one of the bookcases along the wall.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I breathe, before diving back in to kiss her feverishly.
Our breath rises and falls together, as she pushes me back, her hands finding the end of my shirt and dragging it up. We only separate long enough to pull it over my head, before she’s kissing my neck and running her plump, warm lips over my chest.
“I want to bury myself inside of you.”
Her lips press as her tongue darts out to taste my skin. “Now. I’m done waiting.”
My hands tear and pull at her sweatshirt, lifting it over her head and dragging it off.
“I want you so fucking bad, Grey,” she pants.
I pull back, awestruck, as she gives her head a little shake, letting her hair settle against her tan skin, her big blue eyes staying connected with mine. No matter how many times I’ve looked at her, I’m still struck by how fucking beautiful she is.And she’s mine.
Her hands come to my bare chest as she places a kiss over my heart, before peeking up through her lashes. “Fuck me like you should have the first time.”
My hands reach out, gripping my T-shirt that she’s in, and rip from the collar. Her body jerks forward with each tug until she’s exposed, braless and fucking spectacular. Dropping my head forward, I dip down and place a slow, languid kiss along her neck, speaking my words into her flesh.
“Tonight, you’re mine. Tomorrow you’re mine—”
But she cuts me off, running her tongue across her bottom lip. “First. Last. Only.”Forever mine, and I’m going to savor every moment.
I push her arms up over her head, running my palms up the underside to her wrists, hearing her soft whimper. Pinning them against the spines of old books, I press my leg into her center, running my thumb over the bracelet. The one she took back. My eyes search hers as we both sit in this moment. I hurt her, and as much as I want her body, it’s her heart I need more.
“Nothing ever happened between me and Laura. I lied to hurt you.” The truth falls from my lips, raw and uncontained. “I’ll never hurt you again.”
Donovan lifts her face, and I bend to her, taking her soft lips again. She pulls away and levels her eyes on me. “We’ve got a lifetime left—you can’t promise that. Just promise me you’ll never hurt me on purpose again.”
My jaw tenses, and I hate myself, but I nod. I won’t ever do that to her again. Electricity shoots between us as I stare into her eyes, stepping in closer. Our bodies press harder into each other, grinding and rubbing as she sucks and graces kisses along my jawline. Her hands tug against my hold, but I don’t let go. I hold her wrists with one hand and use my other to grip her ass hard, guiding her to rub her clit up and down my thigh.
“Let me hear you,” I whisper to her, smiling when she lets out a held breath.
“Fuck me, Grey,” she pants, raising her chin as I lick up her throat. “Erase it all. Make me the only place you exist. Damn the rest.”
Damn the fucking rest.
Her hands tug again, wanting to be freed, and this time I let them go. My head dips, quickly taking in a perfectly pink hard nipple between my teeth, running my other hand up her throat, feeling the vibration of her mouth. My fingers trace the length of her body, running down past her waist and hooking a finger into her black leggings. I nip at her nipple before I lick it and step back, slowly kneeling in front of her as I pull her pants off.
Goose bumps ignite over her smooth hip as the fabric doubles up on itself, dragged slowly down her legs. The soft fabric pops over her ass, revealing her bare pussy, and I look up, winking before leaning in and placing a soft kiss against the small tuft of hair. My tongue darts out, running up between her slick folds and making her shiver as her hands grip my hair, and she lets out a long exhale.
“Mmm, Donovan.That’smy favorite flavor.”
Donovan bites her lip as I finish removing her pants, taking them from her right leg and kissing the inside of her thigh, doing the same to her left leg. I drag my lips up her thigh, inhaling her scent as I reach her center, letting my tongue massage her clit, sucking it, as she moans and pushes into my face.
