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“Likewise.”
“You want me to fuck you now?” His hand was already under her skirt, tugging her thong to the side.
She dampened her lips, longing to taste him again, and he’d only just pulled away. “Please.”
He slid his fingers along her entrance, feeling how wet she was for him. That gaze of his darkened, not with the Sight, but with a need as strong as her own. “Please what?”
“Fuck me, Darien.” Desperation made her tone breathy. “Please.”
“How do you want it?”
“Against this wall.”
He sank his middle finger into her, making her shudder. As he slid it back out and in again, he watched her face intently, jaw clenched tight, eyes blazing with desire. “How hard?”
“Hard enough that you’ll need to carry me around for the rest of the day,” she breathed. She caught sight of their reflection, an image that always surprised her. There was such contrast between the two of them, yet they fit perfectly. Night and dawn, blending as one. The Devil and the white lily.
“Good girl.” He added another finger, stretching her good. “You know I like it rough.” He pushed them in all the way. She whimpered, her breath fanning his mouth. The approval in his stare was scorching, and it only grew as she felt herself squeezing his fingers. “Promise me you’ll never stop wearing skirts.”
Another whimper slipped out of her, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “I need you.”
“Promise me.” He took his hand out from between her legs, leaving her bereft of his touch so he could balance her better as he reached for the band of his shorts, the shape of his cock showing through them, a sight that had her mouth drying out, her heart skipping with anticipation. “Promise me, or you’re not getting any.”
“I prom—”
“Darien!” Max’s voice was a thunderclap that echoed down the stairs and bounced into the room.
“Fuck,” Darien groaned, his head falling forward against her chest in defeat, his hair tickling her neck. When she started to giggle, he pressed a hand to her mouth. “Shh! He’ll hear us—”
“Darien!” Max called again. “I know you’re down there.”
Darien kept his hand over Loren’s mouth, and it was a good thing he did, because she felt another laugh bubble up to her lips. He shouted back, “Darien isn’t here right now!”
There was a brief pause. “Put Loren down and come upstairs.”
Darien’s head whipped to the side, and he glared in the direction of the stairs. “Are you spying on me? Turn your Sight off, you creep.”
“This is important, man. I wouldn’t be interrupting your pussy appointment if it wasn’t.”
“You’re gone all night, and now you want my attention?”
“Yes, if that wasn’t completely and totally obvious from the fact that I am—” There was a pause, and it sounded like he cupped his hands over his mouth for the rest of the sentence as he finished, “—shouting down the stairs at you!”
“Get the fuck out of here.” Even though Darien mumbled the retort, Loren knew it didn’t slip past Max’s keen hellseher hearing.
“Upstairs—now.”
With a smile, Darien whispered, “He’s starting to sound like me.”
Loren didn’t fight her giggle this time. His eyes lit up at the sound of it, and he pressed a kiss between her brows.
“DARIENNNNN!” This time, the lights rattled.
Darien cringed from the volume. “Cool your balls already, I’m coming!” he called. He winked at her and added, “I wish it was the other kind of coming.”
She snickered. “You’re so dirty.”
He set her on her feet, hands sliding up her ass. “You love it.”
