Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (34 page)

She buries her head in my chest as I pet her hair. “It’s not,” she
whispers. “I’ll help you. I promise. I want you to be okay, too.”

I’m so glad she’s here and didn’t run away again. I hug her tight,
and as she peeks up at me, she smiles. I can’t help but smile back, feeling
lucky I have her.

Her cheeks flush. “I’m sorry for …”

“Don’t be. As long as you stay with me, I’m not mad. I should’ve
told you sooner.” She’s not the one who should be sorry. I know I should be
telling her more, but my fear is holding me back. Getting my brother back is
important, too important to mess up.

She nods. “Guess you wanna go back inside now,” I say. “Look for
that ‘person.’”

“Nah. I think I’ll leave it to Jaret for now.” Jaret said he could
handle it, and I trust him.

“But it’s important to you, right?”

“You’re more important,” I say, pecking her shoulder. “Let’s go
home.”

“You sure?” she asks.

My fingers drift toward her chin, cupping her jaw. I smile at her
and lean in. She’s so sweet sometimes, and so annoying too. I love her both
ways. Pressing my lips down on hers, I kiss her gently, trying to show how much
I feel for her. Our mouths are locked together, just like our hearts. After a
deep, long kiss, I take my lips off hers and lean against her forehead, smiling
broadly. I love seeing her. Just looking at her makes me feel so much better.
She’s everything I ever wanted, and I want her for myself. I want to spend this
time with her.

“Wanna go?” I ask, meaning home. I take out the key Jaret gave me.

“How? We came with Jaret.”

“I asked him to borrow his car. He said he didn’t mind, as long as
we didn’t trash it. He’s getting a ride from one of the other dealers.” I grab
her hand and pull her toward the car.

I hurry to start the car and drive away from this fucking party.
Besides, her kisses have this intoxicating effect on me that turns my brains to
mush. Somehow when I look at her, all I want to do is run my fingers over her
leg and slide down to her thigh. But I’m driving, so I can only gaze at her
body from a distance, which I’ll gladly do. She looks delicious in her tight
leggings, and my tongue can’t help but dart out at the sight of her. Wetting my
lips, I’m preparing them for what’s to come. The desire to kiss her is too
strong.

When we’re finally at the dorm, I quickly park the car and lean
closer to her. I plant a kiss on her cheek, and she freezes, but quickly
relaxes again as I drag my lips down to her neck, licking her skin. She tastes
so nice, and I can’t help myself. Not now that I know she’s mine completely.

“I just can’t
not
kiss you,” I whisper against her flesh. I
can’t stop thinking about her, can’t stop needing her, can’t stop wanting to
touch her everywhere. She’s so soft, and I hunger for her taste.

I cup her chin with my hand and suck on her skin, marking her. I
love it when I leave something of mine on her. It’s a sort of proof that she’s
all mine.

As I take my lips off her skin, I take in a sharp breath, fighting
the desire to jump her right now. But we’re in Jaret’s car, and who knows who
else he brought in here. Nope, I’d rather not stay in here.

“Why are you stopping?” she mutters, still overcome by my kisses.

I chuckle, because she looks adorable when she’s horny. “We’re still
in Jaret’s car. Better get to the dorm, don’t you think?”

“Ah … Yeah. Right.”

We get out of the car, and I can tell she’s having trouble walking
straight. I wonder if it’s because of what I do to her. A wicked smile curls up
my lips as I place my hand on her back. Of course, walking makes my hand slip
down to her ass. No oops there. It was fucking intentional, and she knows it
full well. I love to squeeze her assets, and they’re nice assets; that I can attest
to.

As we reach her dorm room, she says, “Wait,” and turns around toward
me, placing my hands on her waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.

“I want a goodnight kiss.” She pouts her lips in a cheeky way,
making my cock stir. She starts sucking on her bottom lip, and fuck me, it’s so
damn sexy I almost can’t resist pinning her to the door and just taking her
right now.

Shit. I want to take it slow, but she’s really making it hard on me.
Literally. I’m hard.

I bite my lip and say, “You’re seducing me.”

“I just want a kiss. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” she muses,
raising an eyebrow. Cocky.

“You’ve really changed,” I murmur as I lean in. “I like it.”

I crash into her lips with much need for her taste. Our mouths are a
mix of wet, hot, crazy desire. I want more of her, and I just can’t get enough.
My body instinctively presses against hers, trying to get as close to her as
possible. A fire is blazing in my body, and I can’t douse the flames anymore.
Her kisses are just too much.

I realize we’re going to end up in the same room if we keep this up.
I promised myself I’d take it slow with her. I want her to get used to me
first, but she’s so goddamn hot … Fuck.

I take my lips off her raw, swollen ones and lick mine.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

It’s hard to resist her plea, but I have to. She doesn’t know what
kind of an animal I am when it comes to fucking, nor does she know how a cock
feels in her pussy, and I don’t want to force myself upon her this quickly.

So I drape her hands off my shoulder, and say, “You’re tired. I’m
tired.” I pretend to yawn.

“No I’m not. You’re just making this up. You don’t want to kiss me.”
She crosses her arms and raises her tits with them, practically showing them
off to me. Well fuck me, is she really going to tease me with that? That is
mean. But her flaunting her goods like that really shows she’s changed. And for
the good, I might add. I like this …

I grin. “Hmm … You don’t even know how much I want to kiss you. I
want it so goddamn much, I dream about it. Ever since I met you I’ve been
waking up with a huge hard-on.”

Her eyes widen, and she swallows hearing that.

“I also know that when I do put my mouth on yours, I can’t stop,” I
add.

“Then don’t.” She hooks her fingers in my trousers, pulling me
closer, dragging her hot body against mine. Oh … Fuck me …

“No, I’m holding myself back already, don’t make it so hard on me,
please,” I say, my breath faltering because she’s grinding her hips against my
cock.

“I don’t want you to hold back anymore,” she murmurs.

“I told you before, I don’t do sweet sex. You’re a virgin. Sort of.”
I grin, thinking about pleasuring her the other night. I did flick her bean, so
maybe that’s one part of the virgin seal I reckon. But anyway, I really want to
make this work between us, and having hot sex so fast isn’t such a good idea.
“I don’t want to mess this up with you.”

“Why are you so afraid?” She stands on the tips of her toes and
pecks my chin, dragging her lips along my jawline up to the corner of my mouth.
Holy fucking shit. I swear, I’m going to burst soon. “God, you’re making this
really hard,” I groan, feeling the horniness coiled up inside wanting to break
free. Especially when her tiny fingers slip under my shirt, sliding up my abs.
Damn it, what is this girl doing to me?

“I don’t think that’s the only thing I’m getting hard,” she
whispers.

Oh fuck me. This is too much. “Fuck. Do you know how hot you sound
when you say those dirty things?”

“I’ve always wanted you. I’m ready for you,” she whispers.

She opens the door to her room, pulling me inside with her. I want
her so much, but my brain is fighting my body. The more she touches me, the
less I can resist. It’s like she’s begging me to do it.

“Please …” she hums. “Make me yours.” When she presses a final kiss
onto my neck, I’m done for.

“Fuck. That’s it,” I grunt. “You asked for it.”

If she wants me to pleasure her, I will. I’m done trying to hold
myself back.

I grab her arms and push her through the door, slamming it shut behind
me. I smash into her lips, all the sexual frustration bursting out of me like a
volcano. I’m hot for her, and fucking is the only thing that can cool me down
right now. Fucking her, hard and crazy. If she wants me, she’ll get me, fully
loaded.

I lick her lips with fierce strokes, my tongue dipping out to taste
her. She eagerly pushes her tongue out to meet mine, and we’re swirling around
in a wet, delicious dance. I nibble on her lip while she presses her body
against me. Hearing her moan is what I live for. Turning her on turns me on.

I want to make her realize what I feel for her, which is more than
just lust, but if she wants some hot fucking, she’ll get some. “I wasn’t
afraid. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Nor your pussy.” Oh, I know I’ll
ravage her pussy now. “I wanted to take it slow, give you time to adjust to me,
but now you’ve done it,” I murmur in between kissing her. I can barely take my
lips off her as I try to utter the words. “I’m gonna take you, and I’m gonna
fuck you until you scream my name.” I’m going to make her moan so loud she’s
going to wake the entire goddamn building.

I twirl her around and pin her between me and the door, crashing
into her mouth. Her tits are perky and push up against my chest, her beaded
nipples awakening the primal desires within me. I’m torn between wanting to
take her lips and sucking her tits. Such a difficult choice.

She latches on to me with equal desperation, her fingers tangling
through my hair and scratching my back. It only makes me hungrier for more.

My cock strains my pants, and I push it up against her hips, showing
her what I have in store for her. I can’t resist the urge to ride her like the
dirty motherfucker I am. I know it’s disgusting. I don’t care. I want to fuck
her, and I want to do it now.

She hooks her fingers under my shirt and rips it off me, practically
drooling at my body.

“Am I the only one?” she suddenly asks, licking her lips.

“Of course,” I reassure her. “You already had me the first time you
said ‘Yeah.’” And the first time I saw her ass … damn.

I trap her between my arms, showing her that my eyes are on her,
only on her. There’s no other girl I’ve wanted more than her. She’s been such a
tease, so good, so … reluctant, I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. I
still can’t wait. Every second spent not touching her is wasted.

Every cell in my body screams out for her, and so I lock my mouth on
hers again. I can’t take a second to breathe. I can’t take a second to even
move. I need her now, fully, completely, mine.

Pinning her hands above her, I growl, “You want to be mine? I’ll
make you mine.” I’ll claim her body and mind tonight.

I look down upon her, her eyes daring and provocative, waiting for
me to make my move. She’s taunting me now, and I’m not playing games anymore.
She wanted the Hunter. Now she’ll have it.

Hooking my fingers under her shirt, I jerk it over her head, wanting
to get my hands on her perfect tits. I kiss one while kneading the other,
moaning when she does. Rubbing her fingers through my hair and pushing her
thigh against my cock, she’s torturing me. So I return the favor by freeing her
tits and covering her nipples with my mouth. I suck, hard, puckering them. When
one is hardened, I play with the other, twisting and rolling them between my
fingers. She moans, and it only makes me work them harder. I love the
tantalizing sounds she makes, like she’s giving in to the temptation of giving
up control. And I love being in control.

I can’t get enough of her. I need more, more, more. I want to taste
her everywhere, not just her tits. I need to see if she tastes as good down
below. I want to know if her pussy is as sweet as she is.

So my fingers drift toward her pants and I start tugging until they
come loose. It takes some time, which is frustrating, because my eyes are
totally focused on her pink, perky nipples.

“If this thing doesn’t come off within the next six seconds, I’m
going to tear it off you,” I say, annoyed that she isn’t already naked and
ready for me to take her.

When I finally pop the button, I rip down her zipper and pull down
her pants in one go. She gasps, shuddering, her legs squeezed together. Oh, no,
no, no … now’s not the time to become a prude. I chuckle. “Too late to stop
now, Leafy.”

I press my lips against her skin, savoring the taste of her legs as
she pushes aside her pants.

“I don’t want to stop,” she murmurs.

Well, isn’t she brave …

My finger slides up her thigh, and she immediately clenches her
muscles, afraid of what I’m going to do to her. As if it’s going to be bad.
Well, I am bad … in a sexual way of course. There’s nothing I’ll do that she
won’t like, though. But I think I’ll start with getting her out of these
panties so I can finally get a good look at her.

I tear them away, not giving a shit about pulling them off properly.
She squeals as I throw them aside, ripped to pieces. “I told you I’m not nice,”
I say, grinning wickedly.