His lips are solid against mine; unforgiving and demanding. I kiss him back with just as much pent-up anger and intensity. I can't seem to summon the strength to push him off because I really didn't want to. Honestly, he kisses me the same way he fights with me, passionate and wild and unrestrained; it is intoxicating and I never want to stop. His hand are rough against my skin where he hikes my leg up on his hip pushing ever closer but it's still not enough. My hands are everywhere and yet I still can't seem to touch enough of him.
He momentarily pulls back and I know this is it; the end. Pathetically, I crane my neck trying to catch his lips with my own again. He gives me one soft peck of his lips against mine, "You have three seconds," he breathes against my mouth.
"For what?" I ask, my chest heaving, voice breathy and I'm sure my face is embarrassingly red and flushed. My head falls back against the wooden door behind me and I avert my gaze to the side so I don't have to look at him as he tells me this was a mistake.
"I'm going to give you three seconds to tell me if you don't want this." He says coolly, his face still mere inches from my own. He's so close I could probably count every one of his eyelashes, unfairly long and thick as they are. My breath stalls in my chest as I finally register what he's said, my head snaps back around and I find him watching me with calculating eyes.
"Dastan-"
"Three." He begins, voice so completely cool and collected that I would almost believe he isn't bothered by the position were in. Almost, if not for the evidence of how much it's affecting him pressing into me.
"Maybe we should think about this,"
"That doesn't sound like 'I don't want this,'" he tells me, his fingers reaching up to twist a stray lock of hair between his thumb and index finger and I stand frozen, mesmerized by the hungry look in his raven eyes. "Two."
This is it, I should use this moment to walk away. He's giving me an out before I completely ruin what's left of our friendship forever; I should take it. Instead, my gaze drifts down from his eyes to his mouth, so close I can almost taste him again, and then back to his eyes. He sees the minute action and it ignites a fire within the burning black depths of his stare, I feel it like a brand against my skin. "One." He breathes, and the his hand slides to grip the back of my neck pulling my mouth across the last few inches separating us.
I sigh into the kiss and Dastan wastes no time taking advantage of it. My body melts against his as he presses my back into the door. His hands running down my sides, across my back, and I want more. Reaching lower, he yanks my other thigh up to his hip forcing my to wrap my legs around him, he holds me there using his hips to push me further into the wood while his hands settle on my behind. This is torture. I go to pull his shirt over his head, suddenly realizing that he's still wet from the rain and now I am too, but he grabs my wrists pinning both to the wall above my head. A sound that's embarrassingly reminiscent of a whimper leaves my lips and he rolls his hips into mine in response.
Biting back the sounds I know from experience he wants to extract from me, I try again to take charge by pushing my hips forward in an attempt to get him to do something, anything. He isn't having any of it, suddenly I find myself moving. My hands drop to his shoulders for support, and he carries me all the way to the couch before sitting and situating me in his lap. I roll my hips again, dragging my lips across his jaw and down to his throat where I pepper kisses across his skin. Dastan's hands settle on my hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of my t-shirt. Still it isn't enough.
Flicking my tongue over his rain-slicked skin, he tastes exactly like I remember; like something earthy and smoke. His fingers flex on my hips digging deeper and I take it as encouragement biting down on the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder, there's a deep satisfied rumble that comes from his chest.
Before I can blink he's got my back flat on the couch cushions, for a moment I'm disoriented and then his weight settles above me. I barely get a moment to catch my breath before he's claiming my lips again. This time he doesn't hesitate and I realize he'd been holding out on me the last time we did this. Dastan is ravenous, I feel him everywhere; every place he touches me comes alive with electricity. Sparks run just beneath my skin begging for an outlet and still he refuses to give me what he knows I want most.
As he pulls my cotton pajama shorts down my legs he looks up at me from beneath heavy lidded eyes, "You're sure?" he asks, his voice thick with arousal.
I'm almost tempted to roll my eyes, I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. Instead, I make a low whiny sound in my throat just to show my displeasure at him not touching me right now. "Dastan," I gasp as his fingers brush my calf. "Please, do… something."
He hums with approval, "Patience, love." he croons, placing a kiss on the inside of my knee and then turning to do the same with the other. All logical thought flies from my mind as he trails his lips up the inside of my thigh, occasionally biting down into the soft flesh. That'll bruise by the morning but I don't care. When he switches to the other leg I've just about had enough of his teasing.
"No." I try to say it firmly but it comes out all raspy and panting. I can't find the shame I know I should feel for allowing this to happen right now all I want is this and consequences be damned. He freezes instantly, his eyes finding mine and I see the alarm on them. Some misguided notion that he was somehow forcing me to do this, idiot. This time I really do roll my eyes, grabbing him by the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling him up my body until we're at eye level. Using my sudden upper hand, I yank the sweatshirt over his head and he's forced to take it all the way off. Finally. Running my hands over the dark slashes of ink across who's chest and shoulders, I tell him; "That's not what I need,"
"What do you need then?" he asks, the huskiness of his voice tells me we're very much on the same page right now. So, throwing caution to the wind, I tell him exactly what I want.
"You, all of you… now." I say, my voice high pitched and needy. His coal black eyes grow impossibly darker and the weight of then against my skin feels like a gentle caress. "Please," I'm begging, I know it and I quite frankly could not care less. I need him, right now.
Thankfully, he obliges me with nothing more than a growl. He stops with he games and gives us what we both want. He's frantic too, so, I can tell he's just as desperate as I am. We barely get all of our clothes off, our movements hasty and rushed. Our bodies come together like a collision of planets, it feels like a sort of gravitational pull finally being released. Like I'm suddenly untethered with just Dastan as an anchor. The devastation of it wracks my frame as we sink together, as if it's the most natural thing. Like a dance you'd forgotten you'd known but your body somehow remembered. His name falls my lips like a prayer, reverential and sacrosanct. It's feverish, electrifying and uncontainable.
Everything in me comes alive with violent energy at the feeling of his skin on mine and the rest of the world falls away. Nothing seems as important as tracing my fingers over the planes of his body and feeling the traces of him all over me. The sparks that rushed under my skin earlier turn into stars shooting across my vision with every roll of his hips into me. And again, I feel that gravity pulling me closer; urging me toward the implosion I've been craving since this started. Those little flames finally ignite beneath my skin, until we're both engulfed by an inferno.