The best night

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"No." Zoey finally breathed out, still squirming in her seat. His shadow was dominating her and his physique was hovering atop her, keeping her pinned on her seat. He wasn't going to give her a bit of space. No matter how suffocated she felt.

"No?" Luther repeated with a growl.

"No." Zoey shoved her fists on his chest, trying to push away again. But he wouldn't bulge. She broke into a reckless whimper. "This is sick. You're being crazy–"

"Yeah, you could say that. I am crazy. I've been fucking crazy over you for a long time. And dear God, I did try to lock it up and not act on it, but that was hard." He gulped intensely, eyes flickering with a ravenous desire.

There was no way he would hide it anymore. She had to see it. She had to know how much torture he had gone through because of her. She had to accept the fact that she makes his heart flutter and gives him incredible hard-ons. She had to take responsibility for that too.

"You can't – we can't be