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“Yes!” He reaches back and snatches my hand. “That.”
I laugh louder. “You’re ticklish?”
“… Yes.”
“You’re a ticklish god?!”
Ari playfully glares at me. “It’s not polite to tease, you know.”
I jerk my hand free and touch him again, purposefully drawing lines along his sensitive area.
“Tannis—” He pushes up to get away but I lean up to keep my hands on him. “No—”
My laughter bursts and he titters with involuntary giggles. He manages to grab my wrists and he pins my arms above his head with the full weight of his strength.
“You know, I’ve killed for less,” he says, catching his breath.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” I ask.
He glowers. “You’re lucky I love you, young Tannis.”
I blink. Even his face changes slightly, almost as if the words came out on their own.
He loosens his grip on my wrists and he starts to pull away. “Tannis, I didn’t—”
I kiss him and he stops. I don’t want to ruin this moment with over-thinking or stuttering out long-winded explanations.
I shift my legs apart, gently opening my sheet as I hug his hips with my knees. Ari stiffens above me, his passions building on his breath as he kisses me back, firm and fast. His hardness rests between my thighs, teasing and tempting me and I can’t help but moan.
“Ari,” I say without thinking.
His hips grind me and I shake from the inside out. I tilt my pelvis to guide his rub and we both freeze as his tip angles dangerously toward my entrance. My heart pounds and my adrenaline runs high, maybe even higher than it did when I kissed him out on that field. My thoughts go silent, leaving nothing but urges — urges I don’t care to control.
For a moment, I think he might have more control than I do. Ari shifts back ever so slightly and I prepare myself for a rejection.
But he lets out a stiff sigh and shakes his head. “Fuck, Tannis, I need you,” he growls before crushing his mouth on mine.
His tip glides between my folds, easily sliding into me. A pain stabs through me and my first instinct is to push away. Ari inhales sharply and bites down hard as his entire body clenches in wild passion over me.
I close my eyes and his touch instantly falls away. His warm body disappears and the pain subsides. I hear him say my name but his voice sounds a hundred miles away.
I jolt upward and look around. I’m back in my own room, in my own bed. The sky outside my window is bright and blue, save the few autumn clouds left behind from yesterday’s storms.
I shift on my seat, feeling the dull soreness inside of me, and I know that it wasn’t a dream at all.
Oh, god. I almost had sex.
That was an almost, right? I mean… did it count? Surely that didn’t fully count…
This might be a question for Dina.
I didn’t mean to leave like that.
Is he gonna be mad at me for leaving like that?
Crap, what am I gonna say to him?
My gaze drifts to my bedside table and I pause. A red rose sits there, as bright and crimson as blood itself.