I'm going insane.
Absolutely, positively insane.
Between the energy surging between us and the ache between my legs and how he keeps sucking on my neck like it's the best lollipop in the goddamn world, I'm ready to explode.
Half of me is concentrated on the energy rushing between us, keeping it muted. The other half of me is deeply concerned about the lack of dick in my vagina, and I have no self-control left whatsoever.
Who needs self-control? I don't have any time to deal with it when I'm busy trying to keep us alive through the sex. Priorities.
Caine's not being as helpful as I thought he would be, constantly pulling back when I'm trying to jump forward. He's obnoxiously worried about me while I'm desperate to fill the aching pulse between my thighs, and I swear I'm going to die right here, right now, if he doesn't fuck me already.
