The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

I needed to be sure.

That was the only reason I held the back of her head and slammed our mouths together again.

While I took in her mouth, melding our lips together, I lowered my grip to get a feel of her curves. I started with her navel, rounding the whole width with my fingertips before I circled to her hips. Just as I took a breath, my tongue slid in between her lips, savoring the flavor bursting inside my mouth.

Jesus, fuck.

I parted us, holding her face so she couldn’t move, staring into her eyes.

What had become more obvious than ever was that this girl had one hell of a fucking body and a kiss that set off every alarm inside me.

I needed her.

Now.

“I live about forty minutes from here. I can’t wait that long to have you.”

Her hand moved between our bodies, where it grazed my hard-on. “I can tell.”

“Do you live around campus?”

She shook her head. “I’m about as far away as you.”

The front seat of the McLaren wasn’t large enough.

Another idea came to me.

One that I needed to run by her first.

“I know you don’t like an audience, but are you adventurous, Hannah?”

Her thumb circled my tip. “If it involves this, yes.”

I grabbed her hand and led her out of the hallway and through the bar, and once we were outside, I walked us to the side of the building. The only reason I knew about this alley was that my college roommate had been notorious for bringing women here. I now understood why. The area was closed off, the streetlights barely reached the space, and it was blocked from the sidewalk, giving total privacy.

The moment we entered, I turned Hannah toward me, guiding her back to the wall until she hit it, and then I lifted her arms over her head, holding her wrists.

That fucking mouth was taunting me.

I couldn’t keep myself away.

I claimed her lips, my tongue instantly going in again, her heat causing my whole body to ignite.

They weren’t just flickers.

They weren’t even flames.

This was a fire.

And it was spreading.

I pulled away, my mouth hovering above hers. “You’re never going to forget this.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’ve never been fucked by someone like me.”

I pulled out my wallet, removing the condom I always kept inside, and stored it in my jacket pocket to make it more easily accessible.

“You come prepared,” she voiced.

When it came to sex, yes.

I had plenty of friends who worked in family law.

Not using a condom was a gamble I wasn’t willing to take.

“Aren’t you thankful for that?” I hissed against her lips.

“In this moment, yes.”

I kissed her neck, her skin tasting like the cake I smelled.

I felt her swallow.

And then she sucked in a deep breath.

“How badly do you want me, Hannah?”

I needed her begging.

I wanted her neediness echoing through me.

She tried to wiggle a hand loose, like she was going to steer one of mine toward her pussy. “If you felt me, you would know.”

I didn’t budge.

“I intend to, but I want to hear you tell me first.”

“Declan …” She rose onto her toes, nipping my bottom lip, catching me off guard. When she went in a second time, she didn’t release it. She sucked on the end, running her tongue across the inside. The moment she let me go, she whispered, “My body is dying to be touched by you.”

I could still feel her teeth even though they were long gone.

She was spicier than I’d thought.

I ran my hand across her stomach, going underneath the lacy red tank she had on beneath her jacket, her skin getting hotter and her breathing getting louder, the higher I climbed. I surrounded her tit, the hardness of her nipple poking into my palm.

I traced my thumb around her nipple, pinching it between my fingers.

“Oh God,” she squealed. “Yes!”

“Now, I want you to show me how badly you want me.”

I unshackled her wrists, and her arms fell. I took the opportunity to remove her jacket and lift her tank over her head before I sucked her nipple through her bra.

“Fuck,” she cried, cupping my cock over my suit pants.

“Show me, Hannah. Show me how you want me to fuck your pussy.”

She unbuckled my belt and popped the button through and lowered my zipper, reaching into my boxer briefs to fist my shaft. Her hand was slick, making it easy for her to pump me.

“My God, Declan.” Despite the dark alley, I felt her eyes on mine. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Let’s see if you can handle me.” I pulled the bottom of her skirt up to her waist, not wanting to take the time to remove it, and I slipped her thong to the side. My fingers met her heat and wetness. “Goddamn it, you’re perfect.”

Each time I passed her clit, flicking it, she cried out louder.

Her hips rocked toward me.

She was ready, desperate to be touched, frantic to come.

“You’re dripping.” And that was only her clit. Once I lowered to her pussy, I found she was soaked there as well. I slid in a finger, going in as deep as my knuckle, the walls of her cunt already clenching around me. “Hannah, you’re so fucking tight.”

She wasn’t a virgin-that much I could tell-but I wouldn’t call her experienced either.

She’d certainly never been fucked the way she needed.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you’re going to do to me.” She rubbed around my crown as though she were using her tongue. “How to even prepare myself for it.”

My size, my power-I wasn’t average.

And she wasn’t the first woman to infer that.

So, I responded, “You mean, the pain?”

“That, yes.”

I hummed against her skin, “I’ll be gentle … at first.”

“But also how you’re going to make me feel.” She swallowed. “How loud I’m going to scream.”

I pulled her bra down to expose her tit, taking the peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardness. I gnawed and then licked, a pattern of inflicting pain and then calming with pleasure.NôvelDrama.Org content.

That was what she did to me, what she caused-this urge to hurt and heal.

To own and mark.