Chapter 188: His Touch
Hailee’s POV
Nathan’s mouth crushed mine, hot and rough, stealing the breath from my chest. I pushed him, my nails scraping his arms, but it was useless. His grip was strong, his body pressed into me like he wanted to melt me into the wall.
"Let me go," I hissed against his lips, but the words broke, trembling, because part of me didn’t mean them.
"Never," he growled, his voice low, burning. "You can lie to them, Hailee. You can even lie to yourself. But you can’t lie to me. I feel you."
My stomach twisted, heat shooting through me even as anger clawed at my throat. I jerked my head away, gasping for air, but his hand slid to my jaw, forcing me to look into his blazing eyes. Something invisible pulled me then—like a rope tied between us, yanking me closer no matter how hard I resisted. My chest rose and fell fast, my knees weak.
"Stop this," I whispered, but my voice shook.
His mouth brushed my ear, his breath hot, sending shivers racing down my spine. "I can’t. You are mine, Hailee. Always mine."
I groaned, part fury, part something horny. My body betrayed me, pressing into his without meaning to. His lips found mine again, and this time, when I tried to pull away, the bond only dragged me deeper.
Our kiss turned wild—teeth clashing, breaths heavy, hearts pounding hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was war, fire and storm locked between us. I hated him. I wanted him. And the worst part was, he knew it.
His hand slid down my side, gripping my thigh, jerking it up around his waist. The sudden motion made me gasp, arching against him, and the wall scraped at my back as he pinned me higher. His kiss spun savage, teeth clashing with mine, tongue demanding, devouring.
I tried to turn my face away, to escape, but his mouth dragged along my jaw, down to my throat, biting, sucking, leaving fire in his wake. My head fell back, a helpless sound spilling from me. The pull between us was unbearable. I just couldn’t explain it.
"Damn you, Hailee," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged, almost like a growl. "You make me lose control."
Then I felt him go to my underwear. Goodness, I wanted to yank his hand away but shamefully I spread my thighs apart from him, giving him free access. His fingers touched me, sliding over the thin fabric, and I gasped.
He didn’t stop. His thumb pressed against my most sensitive spot, rubbing slow circles that made my breath break. Heat rushed through me, my body betraying me as wetness spread.
"See?" he whispered against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. "Your body knows me. It wants me."
I shook my head, but a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers pushed the fabric aside, and I felt the bare heat of his skin on mine. One finger slid inside me, slow but firm. My knees went weak, and I clutched his shoulders to keep from falling.
The tight stretch made me gasp, my walls gripping him as he pushed deeper. Then he began to move, pulling out and sliding back in, steady and strong. Every thrust of his finger sent sparks through me, my hips moving without my permission.
"Don’t fight it," he growled softly. "You’re mine, Hailee. Always mine."
A second finger joined the first, stretching me more. I cried out, half in shock, half in need. His thumb rubbed faster over my swollen bud while his fingers curled inside, finding a spot that made my body jolt.
I bit my lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of my moans, but the sounds broke free anyway. His pace quickened, thrusting and curling, his hand working me with skill I hated and craved.
My body shook, waves of heat building higher and higher, until I thought I would break apart. My head pressed back against the wall, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure ripped through me.
"Nathan—" I gasped, but the rest of the words were lost in the moans spilling from my throat.
Nathan’s mouth crushed mine again, swallowing my broken cries as his fingers drove me higher. My body trembled against him, torn between wanting to shove him away and wanting more.
Then his hand left my thigh, dragging upward. With one rough tug, he pulled the straps of my dress down, baring my shoulders. The fabric slid lower, pooling at my waist. I gasped, shocked, but before I could grab it, his hand unclipped my bra with one sharp flick. The straps slipped free, and suddenly the cool air hit my skin.
My protest never came. His mouth was already on me—hot, wet, and merciless. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. My head fell back against the wall, a cry ripping from me that I couldn’t hold back.
At the same time, his hand never stopped its ruthless work between my thighs. Two fingers thrust in and out, curling deep, stroking that spot that made my whole body jolt. His thumb circled my swollen bud, fast and relentless, pulling me apart from both ends.
I clutched his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, half in pain, half in desperate need. My chest arched forward against his mouth, every suck sending lightning through me.
And then I felt it—the hard press of his cock. His arousal strained against his pants, grinding against my thigh as if he couldn’t help himself. The thick heat of it made my stomach twist, a dangerous ache spreading through me.
"Feel that?" he groaned against my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before sucking hard again. "That’s what you do to me, Hailee. That’s how much I want you."
I gasped, torn between shame and the unbearable pull of the bond. My body betrayed me again, my hips rolling down against his hand, seeking every thrust of his fingers, every grind of his arousal.
My breath hitched as his mouth left my breast, leaving a trail of desire and wetness. He lifted his head, his eyes blazing down at me, dark with an intensity that stole the last of my air. The fury and the raw desire in his gaze were two sides of the same violent coin.
"You’re trembling," he rasped, his voice raw, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers continued their steady, relentless rhythm inside me, each thrust making me gasp. "Don’t lie to me. Don’t fight me."
My body was a battlefield, half-collapsed against the wall, my chest heaving, the slick heat of his fingers and the demanding pressure of his thumb a merciless, exquisite torture.
"Please stop," I finally managed, the word a shattered whisper, part plea for release, part plea for him to stop.
A dark, possessive smirk twisted his lips. He moved, shifting his weight, and in one fluid, terrifying motion, he slipped his hand out from between my thighs. The sudden loss of pressure made me whimper, my body instantly craving its return.
But he didn’t move away. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me, his gaze never leaving my face. The motion brought his face directly in line with my stripped-bare waist.
My eyes widened in shock, shame, and a searing spike of anticipation that made my hips instinctively tilt forward. He knelt there, a dark, dominant figure, my dress bunched around my waist, my most private place exposed and throbbing for him.
"You wanted me to stop?" he growled, his voice a low, gravelly promise. "No, Hailee. I’m just changing the rules."
His hands, those strong, brutal hands, reached out and gripped my bare hips, pinning me to the wall. His fingers dug in, not roughly, but with a fierce, unwavering hold that told me I wasn’t going anywhere.
Then he lowered his head.
The shock of his hot, wet mouth closing around me was a white-hot jolt that ripped a silent scream from my throat. His tongue was wet, strong, and immediate—swiping up my entire length, a comprehensive, single stroke that made my knees completely buckle. If his hands hadn’t been digging into my hips, I would have slid straight to the floor.
I felt him suck, a hard, vacuuming draw that made every muscle in my body clench. My head slammed back against the wall, a strangled, guttural sound ripping from my chest.
He didn’t just lick. He claimed. His mouth was a savage, focused weapon, his tongue flicking the swollen bud, then circling, then using the flat of his tongue to press and rub in deep, rhythmic strokes. Every movement was deliberate, skilled, and utterly devastating.
"Nathan," I moaned, my voice unrecognizable, a helpless, broken sound of absolute surrender. I didn’t care about hating him anymore. I only cared about the merciless, exquisite pleasure he was building inside me.
His breath was hot on my skin between savage licks. He seemed to know exactly where to go, applying intense pressure with the tip of his tongue before dragging it slowly away, only to attack a new, sensitive spot that made my back arch like a bow.
He started sucking again, hard and deep, pulling me closer to the edge, his hands tightening on my hips as if he were trying to anchor a ship in a storm. My fingers tangled in his hair, not to pull him away, but to press him closer, harder.
"Don’t hold back. Cum for me," he commanded, the words muffled and hot against my skin before he ruthlessly sucked me into his mouth again.
The waves started then—a furious, inescapable tide. My hips bucked against his face, a primal, mindless reaction to the pressure and suction. The world narrowed to the glorious, unbearable friction of his mouth and the fire that was consuming me. I was shaking violently, my vision blurring.
He didn’t stop. He sped up, his tongue moving with a fierce, demanding pace that dragged me over the edge.
A loud, desperate cry tore from me as the climax hit. It was a violent, shattering explosion of heat and light that racked my body, making my legs tremble and my hips convulse against his face. I clung to his hair, shaking uncontrollably, lost in the furious, consuming aftermath.
He kept going, savoring my reaction, sucking hard one last time before finally, slowly, pulling away. He rose to his full height, his eyes darker and more possessive than ever. His lips were wet, his gaze burning into mine with brutal triumph.
"See, Hailee?" he growled, his voice thick with raw satisfaction. "Mine. Always."