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I had fallen hard for him, and it hurt so much to want a man I couldn't have.
We'd started something—lit an inextinguishable fire in our souls—and that fire was going to burn us inside and out. It was going to consume us whole and probably destroy us.
“From now on, those lips will only go around my cock. Do you understand?”
“If you’re still talking and hanging out with that boy, break it off with him.”
“Doesn’t matter what kind of shit we go through, you’ll always be mine, Kandy. Doesn’t matter how fucked up the situation is, or how wrong it fucking feels…you are mine.”
“if you don’t love everything about yourself, how can you possibly take on the task of loving everything about someone else?”
Wanting you is a beautiful challenge, Kandy Cane, and though it’s complicated, I don’t want to figure this one out anytime soon. As selfish as it sounds, I want this challenge to last for as long as it possibly can. I love the spontaneity of what we have—the satisfaction I get when I see your smile, and the comfort I feel when your skin touches mine.”
“How is a girl ever supposed to get over you when you talk to her like this?”
A wild, beautiful, perfect mess, and that made me the happiest girl ever.
He kept rocking those hips, this time dropping his hands to wrap them around my throat. His grip was light, but slowly he applied pressure. In that moment, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was a crazy masochist who loved pain. Maybe something in me was broken, for relishing the frisson of fear combined with overwhelming pleasure. When he did that, wrapped his large hands around my throat and took my life in his hands, I was struck dumb with lust. The loss of control drove my body wild.
“Don’t ever think I don’t love you,” he said in my ear. A full thrust. More tears. “I fucking love you, Kandy. Love you more than words.”
