CHAPTER 164: Touch Me
CHAPTER 164: Touch Me
RHEA
My lips tremble at the realisation of what I can become, I don’t want to be like that. Someone mad, someone insane. I’m perfectly fine as I am now, and I want to live like this.
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
He raises his hand and tucks a stray piece of damp hair behind my ear.
My eyes trail over his face, the shadows that dance on it, the sharpness of his jaw and the darkness of his eyes. It’s been
so long, so fucking long that I’ve seen his face, that I’ve been close enough to him to notice the details, the way he breathes, the way he looks at me.
“I didn’t want to do it,” I whisper, my voice low.
“Rhea-”
“I need to stay it,” I cut in and then shake my head. “I didn’t want to, but I–she did. She was scared, and she didn’t know what else to do. I just want you to know that she didn’t do it to hurt you.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “I know.”
“I’m sorry.” The words come out before I can even register them.
“Don’t apologise. You did what you felt was right.” His hand slips to my neck, his fingers moving over my pulse.
“It wasn’t,” I breathe out, my hand reaching up to his collar. “It wasn’t right.” My eyes shift from him and look down at my fingers, where they curl around the shirt he’s wearing.
I lead us, pulling him closer as my back hits the mattress, his body pressing down on me. I don’t wait to feel his lips on mine, to feel the warmth of his skin and his touch.
I need him.
He doesn’t say a word as he kisses me, his mouth taking and claiming. My hands move to his shoulders, and then down to his arms, before slipping underneath and to his back. I pull him closer, wanting him to be close.
My legs wrap around his waist, and his hands are on my hips. The kiss deepens, and his teeth graze my bottom lip, making it sting. His hand slips in my hair, fisting in it and tugging hard.
“Rhea,” He breathes out my name, his eyes darker,
His fingers pull harder at my hair, forcing me to look at him.
“Tell me to stop.” He demands. “Tell me to stop before we go further.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whisper, voice low. I lean up and kiss him, my hands moving to the front of his shirt, where the buttons are.
He grabs my wrists and holds me away, stopping me from going any further.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I do,” I nod. “I know–I need this.”
“Rhea…” He says again, and his tone is almost warning. “You’re not thinking straight.”
“I am,” I tell him before reaching for the buttons. He lets me this time. He lets me undo them, one by one. “I am thinking straight, and I want you.”
I slide the fabric off his shoulders and then run my fingers along the muscles of his chest. My eyes follow my fingers, the way his skin flexes at the touch. His breathing goes deeper, heavier.
“Aron,” My eyes meet his, and I lean up, kissing him. “Touch me.” My voice is soft, almost pleading.
His hand comes up to my jaw, cupping my face and bringing it closer to his. He looks down at me, eyes dark and heavy. I can feel his desire for me, the want to have me, to hold me, to fuck me. But I can also feel the hesitation, the resistance and the need to fight the temptation.
I don’t care.
I kiss him again, my hands moving up to his face, cupping his jaw and pulling him closer. His fingers dig into my skin, pressing hard, and then his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me back. Hard.
My hips rise and grind against him, causing him to groan against my mouth. I smile, knowing that he’s just as affected by this as I am.
His hand moves over my hip and pulls at the hem of my sweatpants, tugging them down. His fingers graze my skin before he grips my thigh and pushes them apart. My hand slips into his hair, and the kiss turns sloppy, wet and desperate.
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CHAPTER 164: Touch Me
“You’re not making it easy for me,” he murmurs against my mouth…
“I never promised I would,” I whisper back, and I feel his lips curl into a smile.
“Fuck,” he breathes out before moving to my chin and lower to my neck, where he kisses. My nails sink into his skin as I feel his teeth drag along the column of my neck and to the hollow of my throat.
He licks, sucks and kisses while his hand slips inside my underwear and cups my sex, his finger rubbing my clit.
My body arches up, pressing into his hand, seeking more of his touch, more of his fingers, his body, his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my head tipping back.
He traces his index finger over my slit, barely even touching me. Just enough to make me twitch under his hand.
“You’re soaked.” He murmurs, his eyes flickering to mine.
“You make me like that.”
I shift under him, hips rolling as he presses his palm harder against me, fingers spreading to part me. He slips one finger into me, slowly, so slowly, and it makes me gasp.
“Say it.” His mouth is on my throat, teeth grazing my pulse, while his finger moves inside me. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me.”
“Please,” I moan, my hands clutching him. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He asks, voice low. “You’ll have to use more than just that, Rhea.”
“I want you. I want you to touch me, to kiss me, to be with me.”
He presses another finger in, and I cry out..The feeling of having him is too much, too intense. He strokes me, his fingers curling inside and hitting the right spot.
It makes me writhe. It makes me tremble.
It’s been so long since I’ve had him. And I didn’t realize how much I needed it, needed him until now.
He groans into my neck, the sound of it vibrating through me. The hand in my hair tightens and I can feel his cock
hardening against my leg, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
His thumb presses tight against my clit, drawing circles while his fingers move inside me, fast now.
I shatter under him, coming apart on the bed.
My body arches, and my thighs close around his wrist. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps on, fucking me harder with his hand. Until I’m whimpering and begging.
Until I come apart.
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