It’s one word, a single word, but it’s enough to relay my decision concerning her.
There’s no way I’ll ever let Cecily go. No matter what she does, no matter what my demons say. No matter how the fuck it goes from then on.
I’ll simply abduct her, keep her, and make her a part of me so that she’s unable to leave.
Shiny moisture lines her eyes as she pushes at my arm. “Please, Jeremy. Just let me be.”
“Save the begging for something more lucrative, becausethis,” I tighten my hold around her waist, “will never change. You are mine, Cecily. Start acting like it.”
And then I sink my fingers into her silver hair, my thumb digging into her cheek, and I claim her lips.
I kiss her with unbounded hunger. I kiss her as I’ve never kissed anyone before. Before her, any physical intimacy with the opposite sex was merely to satiate a need.
With Cecily, sheisthe need. It’s not about fucking, owning, or release.
It’s about her and her intoxicating scent. It’s about how she melts in my arms when I kiss her.
I probe, she falls.
I tug on her lips, she whimpers.
I ravage her tongue, and she’s all pliant against me, her hand trembling on my chest, and her body becoming one with mine.
My mouth devours hers for all the time I couldn’t. For all the time she was out of reach because I was a rigid dick who only ever sees the world in black and white.
Cecily is neither. She’s the gray. She’s the colors. She’s every rainbow I never thought to stop and watch.
I kiss her because this is the only way I can show her how much different she is for me and how much her absence affected me.
The moment I wrench my lips from hers, she releases a sound, a whine, a disappointment, or something in between.
Her skin has turned redder, and she’s looking at me as if she can’t understand me.
But shewantsto.
Curiosity lingers in her big green eyes, in their depths, in that tinge of innocence and otherworldly fierceness that makes her Cecily.
“Why do you keep doing this?” Raw pain bleeds from her words. “Why do you keep playing with my feelings? I’m trying to get over you. Why don’t you let me?”
“You’re not allowed to get over me, Lisichka.”
Her lips tremble. “Don’t call me that when you already let me go.”
“I didn’t.”
And then my lips find hers again. This time, I push her against the sofa, she falls onto her back with a gasp, and I follow right after.
Slowly but surely, her arms wrap around my neck, fingers splaying on the small hairs on my nape, touching, exploring.
Torturing.
Christ.This woman can turn me into a raging beast with a mere touch.
My fingers latch onto her jeans and push them down as far as possible.
It’s impossible to keep myself in check when Cecily is in my arms. When I’m tugging on her lips and tasting her sweet abandonment on my tongue.
I release her mouth so that I can remove the rest of her clothes and mine. She stares at my muscles, tattoos, and cock as her chest rises and falls harshly.