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around my hips or those breathy little sounds you make right before you

                come.” His teeth rake over his lower lip, and it takes all my willpower not
                to suck that lip into my mouth.

                   “And I’ll ignore the memory of your hands biting into my hips, pinning

                me  to  the  armoire  so  you  could  take  me  deeper,  and  your  mouth  on  my
                throat. Easy.” My lips part as I retreat, my heart jumping in the best way

                when he follows, backing me against the wall.

                   His hand rests next to my head as he leans into my space, his lips curving
                into a half smile. “Then I guess I’ll ignore the memory of how hot and slick

                you feel around my cock, and how you cry out for more until all I can think

                about is how to push every physical limit to be exactly what you need.”
                   Shit. He’s better at this game than I am. Heat flushes my skin. I want him

                closer. I want exactly what I had last night. But I want more. His breath hits
                my lips in ragged pants, and I’m in no better condition.

                   Fuck it. I can have him, right? I can take exactly what he’s offering and

                enjoy  every  single  minute.  We  can  shred  every  piece  of  furniture  in  this
                room and then move to his. But where will that leave us in the morning?

                   Right here, both wanting and only one of us brave enough to take, and I
                deserve more than a relationship that’s only on his terms.

                   “You want me.” I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding.

                “And I know that scares you even though I want you just as badly.”
                   He stiffens.

                   “But  here’s  the  thing.”  I  hold  his  gaze,  knowing  he  could  bolt  at  any

                second. “You don’t get to dictate how I feel. You might give the orders out
                there, but not in here. You don’t get to tell me we can fuck but I can’t fall

                for you. That’s not fair. You can only respect what I choose to do. So we’re

                not doing this again until I want to risk my heart. And if I fall, then that’s
                my problem, not yours. You’re not responsible for my choices.”

                   His jaw clenches once. Twice. And then he pushes off the wall, giving me
                space.  “I  think  that’s  for  the  best.  I’m  graduating  soon,  and  who  knows
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