The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 212

Coban’s POV

Everything that had been spiralling for days had finally… seemed to click back into place.

We’d spent the whole day side by side.

No fights.

No distance.

No bullshit.

Just… us.

Where she belonged…

Right in front of me.

We had gone to eat, once she’d calmed down, and then done a laundry load since she wouldn’t quit reminding me of how bad our dirty clothes pile was becoming…

It had been a long day, as I leaned back slightly against the edge of the bed, watching her as she stood close, her lip pulling in between her teeth…

Chewing it.

Again.

My jaw tightened.

Without thinking, I reached forward, catching her chin between my fingers and gently pulling her bottom lip free.

“You know I hate when you do that, Bella…” I murmured, my voice dropping without warning.

Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes seeming to light.

My eyes flicked down to her lips.

Red and swollen.

Tempting…

Begging for attention…

Something dark stirred low in my chest, a desire I was struggling to fully settle since getting her back.

“I’m the only one that gets to do that,” I added, quieter now.

Possessive and completely unapologetic.

And before she could respond-

I was on her.

My hand sliding to the back of her neck as I pulled her into me, my lips crashing against hers.

Hard.

Hungry.

Like I’d been holding back all fucking day.

She didn’t hesitate either. Didn’t pull away.

If anything…

She just melted right into me.

Her hands gripping at my shirt, her body pressing closer as the kiss deepened almost instantly.

Heat.

That’s what it was.

Pure burning heat.

My other hand moved instinctively, sliding down her side, then back up again, careful of where I touched, mindful of her injuries, but still… exploring every curve.

Still needing to feel her in my rough hands.

She gasped softly against my mouth, and that sound… Fuck!

That sound alone nearly undid me.

I pulled her closer without thinking, my grip tightening just slightly as the kiss turned slower… deeper… more consuming than ever before.

Like neither of us could get enough this time….

Like we’d both been starved of this our whole lives…

Starved of each other.

“Coban…” she breathed, barely pulling back for air, my name leaving her mouth like a moan.

But I didn’t let her go far from me.

I couldn’t.

My forehead pressed against hers for a second, my breath heavy, my hands still holding her in place like if I let her go she might disappear.jobnib-c-om

But then… to my total surprise…

She shifted.

She pushed lightly at my chest, as my legs crumbled beneath me and I sat back on to the bed behind us…

Before I could even react to what she was doing. I felt her legs move as she climbed down onto me.

Straddling my waist.

What the fuck?!

This was new… especially from her…

And fuck… having her take control for the first time? That did something to me that I couldn’t even begin to explain…

My hands instinctively moved to steady her, gripping her hips lightly, taking back some sort of control by holding her in place…

Her arms wrapped around my neck.

Her body close.

Too close for her own good…

“Coban…” she whispered again, her voice different this time.

Breathless.

Shaky.

“I think… I’m ready for more…” she admits, as everything in me froze.

Just like that.

I pulled back slightly, my hands still on her, but my eyes locking onto hers now.

Searching for a sign of uncertainty.

Trying to read her.

Trying to understand what she’d asked.

“Bella…” I started, my voice rougher now, caught somewhere between want and restraint.

“You won’t,” she said simply. “You’ll be gentle… I know you will.”

Her hand moved slightly against my neck.

Soft.

Trusting.

Teasing…

“I trust you to be the one to do this, Coban.” She murmured.

That did it.

That one fucking sentence.

Trust.

From her.

Even after everything…

The ceiling light above us cut out suddenly, darkness swallowing the room whole.

Lights out.

But I didn’t need to see her.

I could still feel her.

Every part of her.

Pressing against my growing dick in my pants…

“You want to be mine in every way?” I murmured out into the darkness, my voice low and testing.

A question… or a promise?

Maybe a warning, all in one.

But I felt her nod against me. “I do…”

And just like that… whatever control I had left?

Gone.

Completely gone.

My hands tightened around her, pulling her flush against me again as my lips found hers in the dark.

Slower this time.

Deeper.

Mine.

And I wasn’t holding back anymore… nether of us were…

I kissed her, before lifting her slightly to switch positions, rotating her round on to her back, holding my weight above her in an attempt to not hurt her…

The kissing continued, as my hand slid up under her shirt, cupping her breast and finding her nipples already begging for attention…

The second I touched them, she groaned and arched up toward me, almost sending me in to a fucking frenzy.

I’d never seen this side to her before. This turned on and this desperate… for me.

But I was honoured that she wanted it from me….

And who was I to deny her of such pleasure?!