Page 98 of Bloodlust

And just like that... I'm defenseless.

Hayden's provocative lips coax mine open as he sucks all the hate out of my lungs, my body, and my mind until I'm left with something else, something more dangerous.

So much more deadly.

"Say it," he groans, raking his hands through my sweaty hair. His hands roam my curves, squeezing my ass. I moan, heat collecting in my core. "Say it, Camilla."

"No," I whisper, biting his lip as our kiss deepens. Hayden drops me to the ground, aggressively spinning me around. My cheek presses against the cold wall as he unzips my bodysuit, our balmy breaths dancing in the humid air between us. He yanks down the latex fabric and it drops to my feet. His fingers press against my soaking pussy, his other hand around my lying throat as he teases me, plays with me, makes me weak. "Oh my God."

"Say it, Camilla," he demands again, increasing the pressure. He slides his finger under my panties and digs deep, deep inside of me. The curve of his finger hits just the right spot. I whimper, arching into his chest as hebrews a cyclone of pleasure and denial. "Fuck, you're so wet, baby."

"Fuck me," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as he tightens his hold around my throat. "Please..." Hayden bites down on the shell of my ear, a burst of soul-defying need shooting through my blood as I spread my legs. "Please!"

"Fuck..." Hayden rasps, grabbing the base of his cock. He teases the tip along my drenched pussy. "Jesus, Camilla..." He leans down, dragging his thumb across my lips, "Say it..." A long, desperate breath escapes his lungs as he leaves open-mouthed kisses on my face, my neck. "Say it."

"Please." I damn near beg, unable to give him what he wants. "Hayden..."

"Damnit," he grunts, nudging his cock inside me as I let out a moan. He eases in slowly, almost too slowly, like he's savoring the moment. "My name..."

My pussy stretches around him as he goes deeper, my legs already shaking.

"Never sounded so..." With one final thrust, he fills me, and I damn near scream from the euphoric sensation. "Good!"

"Oh my God," I whimper, grabbing the nape of his neck as he increases the speed. "Harder, Hayden..." He bites my shoulder, hard. "Harder."

"Oh baby," he rasps, rocking his hips, letting out a carnal chorus of wanton moans. Our skin slaps and slams together, sweat dripping down his body onto mine and I've never felt purer, more holy...more whole. I feel him throbbing inside of me. "Fuck..."

"Not yet," I breathe, pushing him back, my pussy on the verge of exploding. Like two barbaric creatures, we stare at each other as I turn around. "I want to see your fac?—"

Hayden doesn't waste a second as he lifts me up and plunges me down on his impatient cock. "Look at me," he grunts, cupping my cheek, his gaze glowing with a possessive plea. "You're mine, Camilla." He picks up his pace, punishing me for being a coward, for being too weak to say what I've been feeling. "Do you understand?"

"Don't stop," I cry, scratching his neck, his shoulders, grabbing his arms, and clinging to his body before I'm shot up into a galaxy of no return. Frustrated, he keeps going, he keeps giving me what I want—the sun, the moon, every comet, and every goddamn star. "Oh my God..."

"Come for me, baby," he rasps through strained, gritted teeth. "Let go."

"Ah..." I clench around his cock, my body floating to another plane of existence as I climax. "Hayden..."

"Baby..." Hayden bursts inside me, shaking and quivering as he abruptly stops, breathing deep and heavy as he leans his forehead against mine. "I..." He twists my hair in his fingers like he's suddenly in pain, more pain than before. Jaw locked, he meets my lazy gaze, and then he relaxes, maybe even smiles. "You are so beautiful, Camilla," he whispers, stroking my cheek.

"So are you," I whisper, lost in a dream, a faraway world, a place where everything makes sense, even if for just a moment.

I lean down, pressing my lips against his salty forehead, and I keep them there, holding the back of his head for as long as I can. I revel in this cutaway, in this director's cut, because this part never makes it to theatres, it's always hidden, buried away.

It's never seen.

"Put me down," I finally say as the film comes to end. He hesitates before gently placing me on the floor, my legs wobbly. I swallow, scanning the red marks on his body. I lost control. That can’t ever happen again. "Let me get you some?—"

"Come here," he whispers, pulling me up against his chest. He sighs as his arms become my prison, a cage I don't know if I'll ever escape from. "Not yet."

His heart beats against my ear. What a beautiful sound. Life. It's right there, in his chest— memories, hopes, dreams.

I've never craved a future so badly.

A familiar knock draws our attention, and I glance at the door.

"It's Zoey," I say to Hayden, not wanting to let go of him but it's time. He sighs, giving me a reluctant nod of approval. Grabbing a fur blanket off an armchair, I hustle to the door and open it. "Yes?"

Zoey blinks, clearing her throat. "Hazel called."