AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Talk about what happened the other night.” I can’t help poking his chest, my finger stabbing too hard.
“What's there to talk about? It happened. It's over, move on.”
“No. I can’t move on.”
“Why can't you just let this go?” He's ready to run. Another week of avoiding me. Piles of paperwork.
“Because I want you to admit how much you liked it. I want you to open up to me and tell me something real. Be honest about how you feel about me, not about how things should be or need to be. How things are.”
“You want me to tell you how much I loved every second of watching you dance?”
“I already know that. Tell me how much you loved it when I came for you.”
I can practically hear Evan’s teeth grinding.
“Why can't you just admit it?”
“Because I can't have you!” he flat out yells in my face.
There. The real Evan shows a hint of his fangs.
“Why not? I'm right here. You can have me right now.” We’re inches apart, my chest almost pressed against his.
And just like that, I see him snap.
He closes the distance, our lips colliding. Firm, scalding, damn near painful.
A smoldering growl escapes his lips as he burrows into mine, his tongue lashing into my mouth. I take it in, suck on it, and thrust mine right back.
Instantly, we’re wrapped up in each other, hands gripping clothes, his arms pulling me close. I'm crushed against his chest, tearing at his tank top. With one hand, he whips it off over his head. It’s tossed carelessly aside as he kicks open the door to one of the practice rooms, shoving everything on the table onto the floor.
His hands hook under my ass as he lifts me roughly onto the desk, holding my legs as he presses into me, already stretching his gym pants to the limit. The grind sends quakes through me.
I feel myself growling, unleashing every bit of my pent-up anguish from the past few weeks.
Evan has pushed me past my limits.
Gavin’s brush with death and almost having Evan, then Tell. It’s too damn much.
“More. I need more. All of it!” I moan, clutching at him.
His response is a sensual, vicious bite to my neck, scraping his teeth up to my ear to say, “I've been craving this ever since the first time we met.”
Every thought or reply is blasted from my mind as he kisses me again, deeper, savoring my lips with every stroke of his tongue. It's aggressive, fervent.
“Yes,” I breathe into his ear. He tugs up my shirt, throwing it away, then my bra, tossing it haphazardly across the room.
His hands are everywhere, along my sides, cupping my breast, the aching flesh spilling over his fingers while he drags his teeth across the tip of my nipple, then a bite, just hard enough to make me wince with surprise. When he does it again, sucking and biting harder, I scream out a yelp of absolute delight and desire. “There you are… Evan.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Hellena.”
“Show me how beautiful you think I am.”
His eyes flare. Challenge accepted.
Fingers massage the soft arc of my hips, exploring every curve.
Then his teeth are at my neck, my clavicle, shooting flashes of arousal up my back, deep into my abdomen.
