Page 80 of Bright Like Midnight (Savage U)

My thighs clenched as pressure built in my belly. If he wanted to make me come, I’d take it. There was no going back now anyway. He wouldn’t stop, and my body would murder me if I tried to make him.

My hips rose and fell with his fingers sliding, curling, driving into me. Lips parted, I panted his name, “Amir, Amir, Amir.”

And then…he stopped.

My eyes flipped open.

He smirked down at me, withdrawing his fingers. “Tell me when.”

“I don’t know.” I rubbed my thighs together, but it wasn’t enough. “Soon.”

From his subtle flinch, I knew that answer wasn’t enough either. He’d given me more than a week, but I wasn’t there yet. I didn’t want to see Elena and Helen’s faces when they discovered I’d been keeping this secret.

Amir’s nose trailed over mine as he sighed. “Do you know how beautiful you looked when I walked in here and found you sleeping? So incredibly beautiful, it hit me in the gut. All I could think was how much you’re mine. You won’t let me claim you the way I want, so I claimed you like a toy, Zadie. You’ve got my name all over you so the other kids know you belong to me.That’show out of my mind you drive me.”

“I’m unequivocally yours, Amir.”

But that also wasn’t enough. I didn’t have the words to reassure him. I’d shown him over and over how strongly I felt for him, but I hadn’t done the one thing he’d asked. I would, and soon, but just…not yet.

He fell back on the bed with a sigh, and I followed, kneeling between his legs.

“Zadie.” He drew my name out like a curse.

He was hard beneath his sweatpants. I freed him, pulling them down around his hips, and slid my palm up his length. He rocked into my hand, the tip already leaking. Gathering the moisture in my hand, I rubbed it into his skin, all the way to the root and back up again.

“I’m yours, Amir.”

Dropping down, I took him in my mouth. His fingers automatically tangled in the sides of my hair, pushing it away from my face so he could watch me. He always,alwayswatched me, just as I watched him when he was between my thighs. This was more than quick and dirty pleasure, though I wasn’t denying it was that too. This was connecting on a level words couldn’t touch. I was showing him how important he was to me. Setting his pleasure center stage and reveling in giving it to him. This was just for us. Not a show for anyone else. What happened here was between Amir and me, and it was all that mattered.

His length slid along my tongue, as deep in my throat as I could take him. Amir let me set the pace and depth, rocking with me, but never pushing. Because he pushed me a lot, but never when I was giving him this, which only made me want to do it even more. And I wanted to do it alot.I loved the way he felt in my mouth, the sounds he made, how surprised he was each and every time I let him finish in the back of my throat.

Amir grunted, reached down for me, grabbed me by the hips, and flipped me around. I was straddling his face before I knew what was happening. He lapped at me, making feral sounds when my taste hit his tongue.

“Oh god, I’m close.”

“Put me back in your mouth. We’re coming together this time.” His fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me down on his lips.

I bent forward, taking him in my mouth again. It was messy this time, my rhythm erratic. He was distracting me, bringing me back to the edge, and from his jerky movements, he was getting close too.

We kissed and licked and worshiped each other until we were tumbling, tumbling. Amir spilled on my tongue, and I fell apart on his lips. As soon as we were both done, he gathered me in his arms and crushed his mouth to mine. Then he rolled out of bed, tugged up his pants, and walked out of the room.

Oh no. He was so mad at me. I ran my fingertip along his name on my arm. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. Before they could fall, he was back, carrying a bottle and a bag of cotton balls.

He climbed on the bed, poured the rubbing alcohol on the cotton ball, and held his hand out. “Give me your arm.”

I complied, and he wiped the cotton ball over eachAmir, erasing them from my skin. My heart thudded in my chest with each one that disappeared. He was concentrating, wiping the ink away with meticulous care. When my arm was blank again, he reached for the other one, but I jerked back, holding it to my chest.

He raised his head, brow furrowed. “One more.”

“No.” I touched my thumb to the small heart with theAin the center. “I’m keeping this one.”

“Okay.” He screwed the lid on the bottle and reached behind him to place it on his bedside table. Back against the headboard, he looked down at me sprawled in his bed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Written on me?”

“No.” He took my arm, rubbing this thumb on the lone heart. “Erased them.”

I sat up and straddled his legs. “You did because you take care of me.”

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