Page 111 of Toxic Kiss

I glare at him.

“Nothing with her is a good idea, but I don’t fucking care.”

“Fair enough, I guess,” he says, smirking, and goes back to reading.

I point at him before leaving.

“If you so much as touch a fucking hair on her head, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

He looks over the top of his book and hits me with a smile.

“You mean, if you can lift your arms.”

My teeth grind. “Fuck you.”

He chuckles as I slip into the back as quietly as I can. The bathroom door already has steam curling under the crack like the promise of heat I can’t really touch.

Haven is humming. She always does when she’s in the shower. She has the sweetest voice. I miss hearing her belt out songs. I used to stand outside her bedroom door, listening for hours.

Unable to help myself, I open the bag sitting half-zipped on the bed. I shouldn’t go through it. But Haven is my obsession, and obsession is nothing more than necessity with sharper teeth.

My fingers move fast…makeup pouch, leather notebook with work stuff, and a tablet. I search every corner of that bag like it holds answers. The keys to fixing us. I don’t find anything like that, but I pull out a white lace thong. They match her jeans, laid out on the bed.

Fuck me.

I want to bite them and pull them off her body. Feast on her until everyone knows by her screams that she is mine.

Bringing them to my face, I bury my nose in the soft material. They smell like detergent and just a hint of her blueberry body wash.

She’s driving me crazy.

Unzipping my jeans, I fist my cock and free myself from the tight material. I wrap the skimpy thong around my aching shaft and run it up and down, biting back a groan. Fuck, I want to spread her thighs open wide and stare at her wet pussy as she slowly fingers herself while begging me to fuck her.

I want to bury my face between her legs and lick and suck every inch of her until she is screaming my name and coming on my tongue.

My hand moves faster. The pent-up craving from the moment she stepped back into my orbit is riding me. Precum drips from the tip of my cock. I rub the panties over it and then resume stroking. Faster and faster my hand moves as I imagine being balls-deep inside her.

My muscles flex, and my head falls back as I close my eyes. I can almost feel the heat of her pussy clenching around me as I fuck her hard. I’m practically vibrating at the thought of having her again, of thrusting into her until she comes and her walls tighten around my cock.

She’ll finally admit that we belong together.

I want to fucking unload inside of her, make her mine, and then do it all over again until we pass out from exhaustion.

My hand moves at a blinding pace. My abs clench at the thought of flipping her over and fucking her from behind as I watch myself disappear inside of her body.

“Be my good girl, Butterfly. Scream my name when you come on my cock,” I whisper.

Oh fuck.

I cover the tip with her thong, and the first shot of come that flies out is an explosion. I stumble to the side and lean against the wall. My hips thrust forward into my hand, and each time more floods the inside of her white, lace panties.

Even when there is nothing left, and I’m completely drained, my cock twitches and jerks, staying hard. The needy bastard wants more. I’m debating about whether I have time when I hear the water shut off.

Fuck.

Grabbing some tissue I wipe the majority of the mess away but make sure to leave some and smirk as I smear what’s left of my load inside of her thong. A last second decision has me rubbing what I can from the tissue inside the crotch of her jeans before tossing it like a basketball into the garbage.

I lay her jeans down on the bed and stuff my dick back into mine. I turn and lean against the wall just as the shower door opens and Haven steps out, rubbing her hair. She is looking down and gasps, stopping in her tracks when she nearly runs into me.