It's the end of the night, and it might be too late. Jamie missed his chance.

They've said their goodnights and I love yous. He kissed her, and she turned to sleep on her side. The TV stays on, an old sitcom buzzing against the silence, the flashing screen the only source of light. Lina rests nestled under the covers, her cheek to the pillow.

Jamie lies beside her, breathing in her clean, damp hair, and her warmth seeps in the layers of his clothes. He's horny—he's horny every fucking day. And he tames it, controlling his impulses because he's on his best behavior. He's put a wall between them and is terrified to tear it down, to set the animal free.

He wants her. To shake her awake and swallow her gasp as he defiles her. He wants to do such dirty fucking things to her. Restless fingers curl on her navel.

Murmuring in her sleep, Lina moves her neck, and a patch of pale, moonlit skin bares itself. So beautiful, untouched. Her sainthood makes him weak. He's a sinner, and he wants to drag her to hell with him.

A breath of pure longing eases from his nose. His body feels so hot in these clothes, beneath these sheets, from the heat she bleeds on him. Tommy’s words resonate, and he’s still conflicted. Because it feels so wrong, and it makes him want it even more.

She sleeps in his shirt and nothing else. Her foot touches his, and her skin is ice-cold. Her toes point, digging up his pantleg, as if she's desperate to touch him. Her smell is everywhere, entrenched in his nose, swelled in his lungs. All he breathes is Lina, and he is dizzy and disoriented.

The moon sneaks in through the window, bathing her in its aura. She's so beautiful—her lashes curl, her lips pucker into a heart. Ethereal skin smolders in the rays of the moon. He can't stand it anymore—he swipes his tongue along the sliver of her neck.

Finding the hem of her shirt, his hand wanders inside. He palms her belly, traces each bone of her ribs as eager teeth scrape her neck. A hot breath fans her, and she moans. He must have woken her. From the curve of her spine, the way she pushes her butt against him.

His dick is hard, begging in his desire—he needs to touch her. He'll die if he doesn't. Right now, it's not enough, even as he kisses her neck and grazes her belly, her heat engulfing him to the point where his body is enflamed. He needs more. He'll go insane if he doesn't get it.

Jamie tears down the wall, muttering her name into the cave of her neck. Her breast spills out of his palm. She's warm, too much for him to hold, heavy but fleshy and soft. Her nipple perks with the graze of his thumb. Breathy moans drip from her mouth as she writhes against him. She doesn't pull away but edges him on as he circles her nipple in an airy touch.

“Jamie—” she groans, holding back a cry when he pinches her between two fingers. She's panting, her body shaking, and it spurs him on, fueled by this intense reaction.

“Is this okay?” Even as he asks for her permission, he doesn't stop.

Lina is restless. She releases the “yeah” as a croak.

He squeezes the fatty mound of her breast, too ample to be this soft, and he's manic in the way he touches her. This isn't enough. He wants to look at her heavy tits and pretty pink nipples, watch the delusional squint of her eyes and her quivering bottom lip that paints her as his slut.

He eases her onto her back, and her thighs split open. Her chest rises and falls like a tsunami. She's ravaged by the storm of her longing, teeth chattering as if she's freezing even though she scalds him. Jamie rests between her legs, his weight falling on her body.

He holds her neck like he's going to choke her, but his touch is tender, her pulse ticking on his thumb. He kisses her, and it feels like the first time, how starved he was to greet her lips.

Steam exudes from his nose, and his breath turns to fire. He's led by his heart, a drum that urges him forward, to kiss her deeper and longer. He moves his head to kiss her at different angles, excited at the pop of their lips when he begins a new kiss.

One hand clasps her neck. The other holds the hem of her shirt as long legs wrap around him, heels digging in his spine. Flexible hips are open and limber—he wants to rut into her, his erection trying to find its way inside, fighting through the barrier of clothes that inhibits them.

Jamie lifts the shirt to her ribcage, the white cotton of her underwear exposed. She's tiny. Her waist dips from the flare of her hips. Her stomach is flat, and when he touches her, she's sweltering.

“Can I take this off?” He sits on his knees, with the backs of her legs on top of his thighs.

Her arm is thrown over the pillow, the other tucked at her side. She's splayed beneath him, tongue peeking from her mouth. Ready to rip it off, he pulls on her shirt, and Lina elongates her neck with a delicious moan that vibrates her body.

“Okay,” she says, and he almost doesn't hear her from the breathiness in her tone. But he is hanging on her every word. Lifting the shirt over her head, he eases her back down once it's thrown to the floor.

He sketches every inch of her to his memory so he never forgets this moment. How beautiful she is, the way the moonlight embraces her and paints a portrait in ivory and gray. The shadows add depth, carving the curves of her body, her angled jaw, the slim hill of her nose. Swollen lips, the dripping darkness of her eyes. He wants to pray to her, bow his head before her and repent to the beautiful saint. He feels so unworthy to see her this way, as if he'll turn to stone for the risk of sin he has taken.

She's more beautiful than he imagined. Her breasts are teardrops, falling to the sides as she lies on her back. Her nipples are pointed, eager for his touch as they pebble for his attention. Tinted blue in the darkness, so visible against the backdrop of her pale complexion. He can't stop staring, riveted by her beauty. He licks his lips, dry from the air passing his mouth.

“Wow…” is all he can say.

Their gazes blend, feeding each other in swirls of lust. His desire is blatant, trickling off his body in fierce waves that swarm her, pressed between her legs as he towers over her. Her longing is gentler. Eyes half-lidded, Lina doesn't look at him so hard.

The animal is released, and it's ravenous to rip a piece of her meat off the bone.

Another Life
Chapter 8 Excerpt
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