Odell’s POVI don’t move.I keep kissing her, my grip on her ass tightening just enough to make her gasp. Her nails rake down my back, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. I can taste her frustration, her need, and it’s overwhelming.“Say it,” I murmur against her mouth, my voice a growl. “Say you want me.”She pulls back just enough to glare at me, her eyes dark with lust, her lips swollen from my kisses. “You know I want you, you bastard.”I smirk. “Not good enough.”Her breath hitches. For a second, I think she’s going to argue. But then her expression shifts, her gaze dropping to my mouth before flicking back up. “I want you,” she says, slower this time. Deliberate. “I want your hands on me. Your mouth. Your dick—”I cut her off with another kiss, this one brutal. Possessive. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her, and she moans, her body going pliant in my arms. The counter digs into her spine, but she doesn’t complain. She kisses me back, her hands fisting
Mehr lesen