The control was gone.
I flipped our positions in one smooth motion, pushing him back against the soft velvet cushion of the floor, hovering over him as he lay beneath me with his eyes dark and wide.
I reached down, grabbing the hem of his fitted top, yanking it up his chest to expose his pale stomach and those long silver slash marks.
I didn't care about the scars now. I didn't care about anything.
I leaned down and caught one of his pink nipples between my teeth, sucking hard until Cyan arched his back off the floor, a high, broken sound tearing out of his throat.
"Nick," he gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Fuck… take your pants off. Touch me."
He reached down, his fingers fumbling with the waistband of my sweatpants, trying to pull them down.
The cool air hit my bare waist, and like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head, my brain suddenly snapped back into reality.
'What the hell am I doing?'
I froze.
