Page 121 of Toxic Kiss

“You look at me like you hate me, but your body…” I trail off, letting my hand slide lower, slower, until I press my fingers against the thin fabric of her sleep shorts.

She’s soaked.

I lick my lips as I try to steady myself and fail miserably.

“Yeah,” I whisper, almost to myself, pressing on her clit just enough to feel her react. “That’s what I thought.”

The material moves easily out of the way for me, and my cock strains as I push my thumb into her tight, wet heat.

“Oh…god…no…Cy. We…can’t,” Haven mumbles with zero conviction.

She shifts around, wiggling, wanting more. I switch to my middle finger and push it all the way in, curving it ever so slightly to find her G-spot.

“Oh my god…Cy,” she moans this time, and I can’t look away. She’s on full display for me, and she is fucking radiant.

Her breath catches, and her grip tightens on the counter edge. It feeds something ugly and possessive inside me that I’ve never been able to control when it comes to Haven.

“Are you still saying no, Butterfly,” I ask, lifting my eyes from her sweet pussy to stare at her face.

She is flushed, shaken, and standing on the same ledge I’ve been circling for years.

“Still going to pretend you don’t want this?”

She’s right on the verge of her climax, whimpering but not outright begging.

I stop and run my hand up her side, slowly, like I’m giving her time to object, like I’m giving her one last chance to walk away.

She doesn’t take it, and I snap.

“Christ, Haven,” I mutter, my grip shifting from her hair to her jaw, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She doesn’t answer.

“What you’ve always done to me.”

I see the same dark passion in her that swirls inside my chest, but she resists it.

“I’ve always hated how much I want you. Don’t you get that?”

She still doesn’t respond, and I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her closer.

“You make me insane, Butterfly. I’m this way because of you.”

My mouth finds hers again, not as brutal as before but no less consuming. I taste what I’ve been denied for too damn long. My hands move over Haven, reacquainting myself with every dip and curve of her body. I never should have let her go in the first place. Every touch is a reminder, every reaction from her is a strike against whatever control I have left.

“I never should’ve come back,” Haven says, and my hands tighten on her throat as her nostrils flare.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have come back, because now I’ll never let you go.”

She shivers but doesn’t try to run away, even as her eyes are still a mix of defiance and desire.

“And you don’t get to come back…” I whisper against her lips, my tone threaded with something dangerously close to anger, “and act like what is between us no longer exists. You can’t pretend that you don’t feel our connection,” I continue, my mouth brushing along her jaw, her throat, every word a claim whether she wants to hear it that way or not. “Because I know you do.”

I pause just long enough to let it sit between us.

“Say it,” I add, quieter now but no less demanding. “Say you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

It’s a lie. We both know it.