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.

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