Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,118

looks like a fae prince, but he sounds like one, like a pissed-off royal with a grudge … and an insatiable desire for pleasures of the flesh.

“We don't need any,” I whisper against his lips, and whatever he takes that to mean—that I'm on some sort of birth control, that I just don't care, that I'll get a morning-after pill later—I don't know and I don't care.

“Good. Because I'm not sure I have the self-control to leave right now and find some.”

“I wouldn't have let you if you'd tried,” I repeat, running my hands up his chest and marveling at how much his muscles have developed over the last year. A man, not a boy. Our lips work together like we were made for each other, and I find myself arching my hips against his, seeking more.

Calix chuckles and pushes me back with a hand on my pelvis, tracing the bone beneath my flesh with the smooth whorls of his fingertips and making me shiver. “Take it slow, huh?”

“Well, you know, I meant … give you time to recover …” I trail off, thinking of last year and how long it took Calix to recover. That is, not long at all. But every boy is different, every encounter is different. As if you're some sort of expert, Karma, having been with only three boys a handful of times.

“Recover is a subjective term,” he purrs, taking my hand and placing it on the already rigid length of his shaft. “But don't worry: we'll take our time.” Calix drops his lips to my breasts, teasing my nipples with that hot slash of menace he calls a mouth and then trailing down to even hotter, wetter places.

He tastes me like I'm something to be savored, working me up into a sweat, my naked flesh slick as he sits back up, chucking his doublet and pants.

“Come here, Karma Sartain,” he tells me, leaning himself up against the headboard and pulling me onto his lap. “And kiss me like I matter.”

My arms go around his neck, and our mouths meet in unbearable heat. This can't be happening; this is a dream. Only it's not. It's real, and yet … no more attainable than a perfect nightmare.

“Can I call you Lix now?” I whisper against his mouth, wondering where this would go if we really had a tomorrow. I can feel him smile. A smile. A real goddamn smile.

“You can call me whatever you want, so long as you scoot back a couple of inches.”

I do as he asked, moving back just a bit and reaching between us to guide his cock to my opening, Sinking back with a groan, I take every inch of him into me, breathing hard as his warm hands find my breasts.

My eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark now, and I can just make out his pale skin against the dark headboard and bedspread. My fingers trace his cheeks as I begin to move my hips, forward and back, nice and slow.

It feels way too fucking good.

“Marry me, Karma,” he says as we begin to pick up the pace, his hands on my hips encouraging me to go faster, plunge him deeper, rock harder. “Run away with me after school is out; I'll take you anywhere you want to go.”

I pause, my body slowing its natural gyrating motions as the words he just said click into place.

“What?”

“Marry me. My parents have my older brothers. They honestly don't give a fuck about me. They'll give me money and tell me to get lost. I'm just asking you to get lost with me.” My heart breaks as my body stops moving completely. I end up falling forward, my palms slamming into the headboard on either side of his face. “What's wrong?” There's a sharpness in his voice now, torn halfway between empathy and fearful anger. He thinks I'm going to reject him; he's sure of it.

“I like that idea,” I tell him, but I can't decide if I'm talking about the getting married part, the getting lost part, or … something else entirely. “Let's get lost together.”

Calix seems to take that as a yes, bringing my face to his and destroying my mouth with those beautiful weapons he calls his lips. With some more encouragement from his hands on my hips, I begin to rock again, working my clit hard against his pelvis so that I'm actually the first to come. My body's natural motions of squeezing and tightening draw a