Caelan pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his body heavy between my thighs, and I arched up against him, hating how good it felt, hating that I wanted more.“Say it again,” he demanded, his free hand dragging my sweater up, exposing my stomach, my ribs, the black lace of my bra.“Fuck you.”He dipped his head, mouth hot against my collarbone, teeth grazing the tendon in my neck. “You first.”I struggled against his grip, not to get free but to feel the restraint, the delicious helplessness of being held down by someone who knew exactly how much I wanted to fight. He laughed against my skin, the sound dark and pleased, and then his mouth was on my breast through the lace, sucking hard, and I cried out, my hips bucking upward.“Sensitive,” he murmured, moving to the other side, leaving the first wet and aching. “Good to know.”“Don’t act like you’ve thought about this,” I panted, even though we both knew he had. We both had. Every argument, every cutting remark, every time ou
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