Relief.
Power.
So this was what it felt like to have it over someone, because with that slight gesture, he betrayed the truth.
Mama had been right to trust him.
Then, he destroyed that thought by moving slightly, and sliding one hand down to cup my cheek. He tipped my head to the side, his fingertips drawing the nerve endings to life. A shiver rushed through me as his breath brushed my mouth, before he let them trail up and over the curve of my jaw.
“Do you know you’re playing with fire?” he practically crooned in my ear.
“I’d prefer to be burned by you than byhim.”
With our cheeks kissing, I released a shaky sigh when his stubble dragged against me, and though it wasn’t comfortable, it had me clenching the muscles in my stomach in surprise. His lips whispered along the skin he’d just teased, before his hand slid down to my collarbone.
The tips of his fingers trailed there a second, making my heart skip a beat as the tiny hairs at the back of my neck stiffened with the delicious sensations that he forced on me with the simplest of moves. Then, he cupped me there, and his hand was so large that it covered the entirety of my throat.
His thumb pressed against my pulse, and I was well aware that it was fluttering away like the panicked beats of the wings of a trapped bird. He pressed down and murmured, “I need to work on my street cred if you’re more scared of an old, fat fuck than me.” Then he dipped his head and forced our mouths to collide.
And he stole my breath.
Robbed me of it like he was a thief in the night.
I hadn’t expected this—why would I?
But a sharp gasp escaped me as he plunged his tongue between my lips with an ease that spoke of how comfortable he was in these situations, and reminded me of howuncomfortable I was.
I’d never been at ease with my body, had always felt like something being fucked rather than someone, but even as my mind spaced, and my brain whirred, he retained my focus by pressing down on my neck. Almost as if he knew when my thoughts were drifting, I’d feel the heavy pressure at the same time as his tongue stroked along mine.
It was wet and warm, and unlike Nyx’s kiss. I realized then that Nyx had always been disinterested in me, and had only wanted to fuck. Brennan, for whatever crazy reason, was into this.
More leverage over him, I thought, before he thieved me of that thought process by tilting my head to the side and pulling back, parting his teeth around my lip and biting down. That felt good and bad at the same time, and I registered the strange stirrings of warmth had begun to coalesce in my stomach as he let his free hand move down my arm, the calluses triggering a wave of gooseflesh into being as he grabbed my wrist and pressed it overhead. His fingers tightened on my throat in warning, and I knew he was telling me to hold it in place.
I obeyed.
I had no idea why.
But I did.
And when he did it again, with the other arm, in tangent with a biting kiss that made me melt into him, the gooseflesh didn’t just roll down my bicep, but it surged along my shoulders, at my nape, along my spine, making me feel things I’d never felt before.
A soft moan escaped me as he pushed his dick into my abdomen, pressing me up against the stable wall so that I was literally between two hard places. The pain he triggered when he bit down again had me gasping, and he took advantage. He no longer simply thrust his tongue against mine, I felt like he was eating at my lips, supping from them like I was a cool, long glass of water and he was dying of thirst.
Robbing me of breath with that kiss as he tightened his grip on my throat, my mind was no longer capable of rational thought, it was awhirl, like a hurricane was blasting through it, but that was nothing to my body.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
Sparks of pleasure ignited behind my eyes as, with every kiss, the pain from his bite was renewed. God, it felt so good! I groaned, my back arching as I thrust my tits against his chest, needing more, needing something.
I’d never felt so empty in all my life.
He speared a thigh between my legs like he knew what I was experiencing, and for a second, it almost nudged me out of my headspace, before he tightened his grip around my throat once more, and my hips bucked as I dragged my core against him.
Was this dry-humping?
Jesus.
Was it supposed to feel this good?