Hailee’s POV
Nathan’s mouth crushed mine, hot and rough, stealing the breath from my chest. I pushed him, my nails scraping his arms, but it was useless. His grip was strong, his body pressed into like he wanted to lt into the wall.
"Let go," I hissed against his lips, but the words broke, trembling, because part of didn’t an them.
"Never," he growled, his voice low, burning. "You can lie to them, Hailee. You can even lie to yourself. But you can’t lie to . I feel you."
My stomach twisted, heat shooting through even as anger clawed at my throat. I jerked my head away, gasping for air, but his hand slid to my jaw, forcing to look into his blazing eyes. Sothing invisible pulled then—like a rope tied between us, yanking closer no matter how hard I resisted. My chest rose and fell fast, my knees weak.
"Stop this," I whispered, but my voice shook.
His mouth brushed my ear, his breath hot, sending shivers racing down my spine. "I can’t. You are mine, Hailee. Always mine."
I groaned, part fury, part sothing horny. My body betrayed , pressing into his without aning to. His lips found mine again, and this ti, when I tried to pull away, the bond only dragged deeper.
Our kiss turned wild—teeth clashing, breaths heavy, hearts pounding hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was war, fire and storm locked between us. I hated him. I wanted him. And the worst part was, he knew it.
His hand slid down my side, gripping my thigh, jerking it up around his waist. The sudden motion made gasp, arching against him, and the wall scraped at my back as he pinned higher. His kiss spun savage, teeth clashing with mine, tongue demanding, devouring.
I tried to turn my face away, to escape, but his mouth dragged along my jaw, down to my throat, biting, sucking, leaving fire in his wake. My head fell back, a helpless sound spilling from . The pull between us was unbearable. I just couldn’t explain it.
"Damn you, Hailee," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged, almost like a growl. "You make lose control."
Then I felt him go to my underwear. Goodness, I wanted to yank his hand away but shafully I spread my thighs apart from him, giving him free access. His fingers touched , sliding over the thin fabric, and I gasped.
He didn’t stop. His thumb pressed against my most sensitive spot, rubbing slow circles that made my breath break. Heat rushed through , my body betraying as wetness spread.
"See?" he whispered against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. "Your body knows . It wants ."
I shook my head, but a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers pushed the fabric aside, and I felt the bare heat of his skin on mine. One finger slid inside , slow but firm. My knees went weak, and I clutched his shoulders to keep from falling.
The tight stretch made gasp, my walls gripping him as he pushed deeper. Then he began to move, pulling out and sliding back in, steady and strong. Every thrust of his finger sent sparks through , my hips moving without my permission.
"Don’t fight it," he growled softly. "You’re mine, Hailee. Always mine."
A second finger joined the first, stretching more. I cried out, half in shock, half in need. His thumb rubbed faster over my swollen bud while his fingers curled inside, finding a spot that made my body jolt.
I bit my lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of my moans, but the sounds broke free anyway. His pace quickened, thrusting and curling, his hand working with skill I hated and craved.
My body shook, waves of heat building higher and higher, until I thought I would break apart. My head pressed back against the wall, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure ripped through .
"Nathan—" I gasped, but the rest of the words were lost in the moans spilling from my throat.
Nathan’s mouth crushed mine again, swallowing my broken cries as his fingers drove higher. My body trembled against him, torn between wanting to shove him away and wanting more.
Then his hand left my thigh, dragging upward. With one rough tug, he pulled the straps of my dress down, baring my shoulders. The fabric slid lower, pooling at my waist. I gasped, shocked, but before I could grab it, his hand unclipped my bra with one sharp flick. The straps slipped free, and suddenly the cool air hit my skin.
My protest never ca. His mouth was already on —hot, wet, and rciless. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. My head fell back against the wall, a cry ripping from that I couldn’t hold back.
At the sa ti, his hand never stopped its ruthless work between my thighs. Two fingers thrust in and out, curling deep, stroking that spot that made my whole body jolt. His thumb circled my swollen bud, fast and relentless, pulling apart from both ends.
I clutched his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, half in pain, half in desperate need. My chest arched forward against his mouth, every suck sending lightning through .
And then I felt it—the hard press of his cock. His arousal strained against his pants, grinding against my thigh as if he couldn’t help himself. The thick heat of it made my stomach twist, a dangerous ache spreading through .
"Feel that?" he groaned against my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before sucking hard again. "That’s what you do to , Hailee. That’s how much I want you."
I gasped, torn between sha and the unbearable pull of the bond. My body betrayed again, my hips rolling down against his hand, seeking every thrust of his fingers, every grind of his arousal.
My breath hitched as his mouth left my breast, leaving a trail of desire and wetness. He lifted his head, his eyes blazing down at , dark with an intensity that stole the last of my air. The fury and the raw desire in his gaze were two sides of the sa violent coin.
"You’re trembling," he rasped, his voice raw, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers continued their steady, relentless rhythm inside , each thrust making gasp. "Don’t lie to . Don’t fight ."
My body was a battlefield, half-collapsed against the wall, my chest heaving, the slick heat of his fingers and the demanding pressure of his thumb a rciless, exquisite torture.
"Please stop," I finally managed, the word a shattered whisper, part plea for release, part plea for him to stop.
A dark, possessive smirk twisted his lips. He moved, shifting his weight, and in one fluid, terrifying motion, he slipped his hand out from between my thighs. The sudden loss of pressure made whimper, my body instantly craving its return.
But he didn’t move away. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of , his gaze never leaving my face. The motion brought his face directly in line with my stripped-bare waist.
My eyes widened in shock, sha, and a searing spike of anticipation that made my hips instinctively tilt forward. He knelt there, a dark, dominant figure, my dress bunched around my waist, my most private place exposed and throbbing for him.
"You wanted to stop?" he growled, his voice a low, gravelly promise. "No, Hailee. I’m just changing the rules."
His hands, those strong, brutal hands, reached out and gripped my bare hips, pinning to the wall. His fingers dug in, not roughly, but with a fierce, unwavering hold that told I wasn’t going anywhere.
Then he lowered his head.
The shock of his hot, wet mouth closing around was a white-hot jolt that ripped a silent scream from my throat. His tongue was wet, strong, and imdiate—swiping up my entire length, a comprehensive, single stroke that made my knees completely buckle. If his hands hadn’t been digging into my hips, I would have slid straight to the floor.
I felt him suck, a hard, vacuuming draw that made every muscle in my body clench. My head slamd back against the wall, a strangled, guttural sound ripping from my chest.
He didn’t just lick. He claid. His mouth was a savage, focused weapon, his tongue flicking the swollen bud, then circling, then using the flat of his tongue to press and rub in deep, rhythmic strokes. Every movent was deliberate, skilled, and utterly devastating.
"Nathan," I moaned, my voice unrecognizable, a helpless, broken sound of absolute surrender. I didn’t care about hating him anymore. I only cared about the rciless, exquisite pleasure he was building inside .
His breath was hot on my skin between savage licks. He seed to know exactly where to go, applying intense pressure with the tip of his tongue before dragging it slowly away, only to attack a new, sensitive spot that made my back arch like a bow.
He started sucking again, hard and deep, pulling closer to the edge, his hands tightening on my hips as if he were trying to anchor a ship in a storm. My fingers tangled in his hair, not to pull him away, but to press him closer, harder.
"Don’t hold back. Cum for ," he commanded, the words muffled and hot against my skin before he ruthlessly sucked into his mouth again.
The waves started then—a furious, inescapable tide. My hips bucked against his face, a primal, mindless reaction to the pressure and suction. The world narrowed to the glorious, unbearable friction of his mouth and the fire that was consuming . I was shaking violently, my vision blurring.
He didn’t stop. He sped up, his tongue moving with a fierce, demanding pace that dragged over the edge.
A loud, desperate cry tore from as the climax hit. It was a violent, shattering explosion of heat and light that racked my body, making my legs tremble and my hips convulse against his face. I clung to his hair, shaking uncontrollably, lost in the furious, consuming aftermath.
He kept going, savoring my reaction, sucking hard one last ti before finally, slowly, pulling away. He rose to his full height, his eyes darker and more possessive than ever. His lips were wet, his gaze burning into mine with brutal triumph.
"See, Hailee?" he growled, his voice thick with raw satisfaction. "Mine. Always."
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