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I grinned as I leaned in toward her and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, another on her cheek.
“Maybe we just haven’t started on the right foot.”
CHAPTER9
Zara
Cold rushedto replace where heat had been, a lonely ache as if my wrists missed the crush of his grip as he turned me to face him.
Hard gray eyes studied me. Was it my move?
I had to tell him to stop.
But just like the rest of my betraying body, my tongue was lazy and thick.
Why was I so turned on?
And then I couldn’t think...
His hands moved across my skin, a buzzing swarm of sweet, sweet static hijacking my brain. A warm rush between my legs. Everything tingled.
God, he felt so good.
And warm.
And made for fucking.
My head rolled back against the wall; a groan died in my throat.
I drew my arms down the wall, nails scratching cool plaster as if I were a snow-angel. Except I wasn’t flying, I was falling.
Grappling for something, anything concrete.
My body was nothing more than liquid greed as I moved in a wave under him.
I ground my pussy onto the thigh he pushed between my legs, as if he knew I needed help to stay standing. Pressure at my core. The roll of my hips dragged my clit against the rough, rough friction of his jeans. Sparks of pleasure were so bright I closed my eyes.
His lips left an electric trail along my jaw and down my neck.
I hissed as his teeth scraped my hard nipple under the lace, and when he bit down, my own teeth sank into my bottom lip to stifle my scream.
The soft wet of his mouth was so at odds with the lace that seemed to scratch against my skin. I felt raw, unhinged.
He sucked on my breast, tongue teasing a too-tight nipple to the point of hurt.
I cried out, clamped my thighs onto his leg and shamelessly rode him. The feelgood was what I needed. What I chased.
He pulled back, and I was so aware of the distance between our bodies. Contact. His hands squeezed and pinched my tits as if he could control how I writhed for him.
A hand nudged between my legs, his fingers smoothing wet silk against my folds. A rough pinch catching and squeezing my swollen bundles of nerves. Fuck. I mewled.
I wet his jeans, desire seeping onto his hand.
His top lip curled in a way that seemed more cruel than kind.
And I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.
Awareness floated in and out as I stared into his eyes...gray skies in which to float. At the perimeter of the iris, red and black uncurled like vines of smoke. An imagining I couldn’t process as his fingers thrust inside me, hard and thick. Fucking me. My back bowed while his free hand smoothed up my chest. Pinning me.
