Page 94 of King of Hollywood
My hips jerked against his ass, my lashes fluttering as I watched him, breath coming in rapid little gasps.
Felix reached for the hem of his shirt, arms criss-crossed, as he very slowly, very pointedly began to lift it. “Are you ready for this?” He teased softly, that lithe body perched atop mine. My dick bumped against his perky ass and I nodded, staring at his flat little belly with greed.
It took me a second to realize he was teasing me.
Probably because of how I’d reacted to him flashing his ankles at the cat cafe.
“Fuck you,” I said, voice rougher than I’d ever heard it.
“Soon,” Felix countered playfully, tugging up enough on his sweater that I could see his—oh fuck. Yes. Pale, delicious skin mocked me. I wanted to lick it so bad, my mouth felt dry. There was a smattering of dark hair that led down his flat belly beneath the hem of his unbuttoned pants and I was—fuck-fuck-fuck.
Not going to last all that long at all.
“Felix, please,” I managed, gritting my teeth as his red eyes took in every twitch of my body. Almost like he was a predator cataloging weaknesses. His gaze once again snapped to my throat, tracing along it almost reverently, before his eyes found my lips. He licked his own, before he pulled his sweater up the rest of the way—finally, finally ending my punishment.
Inch by inch, the fabric climbed, revealing leagues and leagues of gorgeous alabaster muscle.
There were a few tattoos smattered along the pale skin, and I read each one as it was revealed, enraptured by the beauty that now perched on my cock. One in particular stuck out to me, as it was so desperately Felix, that it made sense that it was permanently etched into his skin.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
I didn’t understand the context of the words, but I understood the meaning well enough. Especially when paired with the words he’d shared with me beneath the meteor shower.
“One day my exile will end. I’ll walk the streets like you do—like they do. I’ll stay home, not because I have to, but because it is my sanctuary. I’ll be forgotten and my invisibility will be my freedom as surely as it will mean I’ve finally died.”
The day his secrets would become our secrets was nearing.
And now…now I was going to fuck him.
I was going to enter him.
Become one with him.
Share each breath, each heartbeat, and pleasure.
Sex…was a vulnerable thing. I didn’t need to have had it to understand that. It was personal. Intimate. It meant trust—and I had never been the kind of person who blindly trusted anyone. Trust, for me, was hard won. It took time to build, brick by brick. And even then, it easily crumpled.
Felix had earned that trust as surely as he’d earned my affection.
Every time I’d done something “odd” and he’d laughed rather than condemned me for my differences. When he’d looked at my camera, my idiosyncrasies, my prickly habits, and my frowns—and seen a man worth smiling for.
He’d accepted me in a way I’d never been able to accept myself.
Which was why I wanted this.
I wanted him.
Every last, beautiful, wonderful inch of his body.
I wanted to claim him. A primal thing. A thing the beast inside me had ached, and ached for since the day he’d found his mate. He was writhing, threatening to break toward the surface—but still, I held back.
I held back because Felix was a gorgeous, perfect creature.
And he needed to know how strong he was and how much power he held over me. The wretched, twisted thing he was needed to build confidence.
Even though it was torture to wait.
When his sweater fell to the bed, I groaned, eyes scanning over every last beautiful inch of his pale, muscular body. I took him in as surely as I took in fresh air during spring, sucking in greedy lungfuls of Felix, Felix, Felix, as I fanned my hands along his hips and dug my fingers in till I felt bone.