“That’s it, Corpse. Give in.” His teeth scraped over my shoulder, and I groaned as my head fell forward. “Be angry.”
Heat pooled between my legs, and I tossed all reasoning to the side. I’d let future Keegan deal with the regret. For now, I was about to have a king all to myself.
I wrapped my hand around Hawke’s neck. His eyes widened, along with his smile. “Both hands.”
“You have a death wish, don’t you?”
Hawke shrugged. “I like to call it unrequited love. No matter how close I get, death never opens her arms to me.”
It was both sad and poetic. I was at a loss as to what to say. Hawke laughed. “Aw, don’t go soft on me now, Corpse.” His warm fingers pressed against mine over his throat.
“God, you’re insane.”
Hawke’s brown and green eyes danced with mischief. “The best people are.” He moved closer, making my hand press firmly against his throat. “You know that, don’t you, Corpse? I can see the madness in you.”
My heart rate picked up as I stared at the most insane man I knew.Fuck it.I brought our mouths together in a heated kiss. Hawke didn’t hold back as he bit my lip. I returned the pain by biting his and running my tongue over the abused flesh. Our hands roamed everywhere, touching, caressing, tugging.
I forgot about everything and let it all go. The school bled away. The empty classroom we were in would have to do. I couldn’t hold out, not when Hawke was soaking up all my anger and turning it into unfiltered desire. It was just Hawke and me fighting to tear each other apart in the best way.
Hawke left open-mouth kisses down my neck that were like little licks of flames against my flesh. My breath hitched as he bit down on my shoulder, drawing out a deep groan from me.
“Again,” I cried out, unable to stop. The pain and pleasure were a mixture I’d probably never grow tired of.
Hawke laughed, and it sounded like he was losing his mind as he bit me again, making me moan louder. I couldn’t find it in me to care that we were still in school or could be found at any moment. I wanted this too badly. No, scratch that. I needed it like I needed air.
I wanted Hawke to break me down and do the same to him. To make him beg and whimper for me, make him crave only me. It was a selfish and insane thought that took root, refusing to leave.
There was nothing slow or soft about the way we touched each other. Hawke ripped down my jeans and exposed me in one fell swoop. Wetness collected between my thighs.
“I don’t think so.” I placed my hands on Hawke’s shoulder and shoved him down onto his knees. He stared up at me with his heterochromia eyes and pillowy lips.
Hawke grinned at me, licking his lips hungrily. He pulled out a knife before I knew it and sliced off my panties. The cold steel of the blade kissed my overheated flesh, making me squirm.
“Careful, Corpse. I may cut you, and once I start, I might not be able to stop.” Hawke was panting as he stared at my pussy.
I wanted to devour him, but it might be the other way around. My pants rested against my ankles, making it hard to spread my legs more. Hawke took the knife down.
“If you cut my pants, I’m walking out of here naked,” I warned.
Hawke stuck his bottom lip out. I was tempted to let him do it but pulled one leg out, fighting with my shoes. I struggled for a few seconds, but the moment I got my leg free, Hawke was on me. I was lifted into the air, and a cry broke free and bounced off the empty classroom’s walls. My thighs rested on his shoulders as his warm mouth pressed against my pussy.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Hawke dove in like a starving man. Parting my lips, running his tongue over my clit and drew a long moan from me. He did it again, sending shock waves of pleasure up my spine. My fingers sank through his soft black hair, and I grabbed fistfuls holding him in place as he teased my clit.
I rocked forward, chasing after the pleasure rippling through me. His muffled groans sent vibrations up my body drawing me closer to climax.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned.
Hawke hadn’t dropped the knife as he held me closer, his fingers pressing against my ass. There would be bruises left behind.
Sparks danced along every inch of my body as I held Hawke close. I came apart, rocking harder against him and craving for him to be inside of me already. With shaky fingers, I yanked his head back. His face was covered with my juices, making his lips glisten. He gave me a toothy grin like a beast who’d just enjoyed his meal.
My heart skipped a beat. I swore that, if possible, it would leap out of my chest and land right into Hawke’s hands. “More.”
Hawke scrambled up and froze. There was no way in fuck I was stopping.
“I’m on the pill. Now, hurry up.”