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He cups my other breast, squeezing gently and I let out a deep moan. His mouth traces kisses down my neck as he takes my nipple between his fingers and squeezes gently. I gasp. He shifts beside me, his mouth hovering over mine. My eyes close and I lift my head, pressing my lips to his.
The kiss ignites every flame of desire in my body. His tongue caresses mine as we wind further around one another. Too soon, he pulls away. Kissing my cheek, my earlobe, my neck.
His mouth moves lower. Finding my awakened nipple and taking it between his lips. The sensual nature of the gesture hits me in my core. Moisture pools between my legs as my trembling fingers move over his smooth skin.
He moves lower, his gentle kisses caressing my belly. Heat flushes up from my chest, covering my face. My heart races, my breaths shorten. My eyes close, my head lolls back as he rests his cheek on my stomach. His hand begins wandering up my thigh. Moving toward that pulsing throb between my legs.
My breath catches in my chest. I can think of nothing but the feel of his perfect fingers as they slide closer. I part my thighs for him.
The tip of his finger slides between the swollen lips of my pussy. “How about here?” A soft moan escapes my lips as he gently moves his finger over my clit. My muscles tighten from his touch, a gush of arousal pooling at his attention. He circles my clit once, collecting my juices, then his finger slides down. And then up again.
He presses again on my begging clit. I cry out as pleasure travels through my body. His touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Tingles dance over my flesh. His tongue lashes out, licking my belly. His slick finger begins to slide up and down over my pussy, then circles my clit again. My hips move, gyrating with his rhythm.
Every few strokes, he presses his fingertip directly on my aching bud and I feel as though I’m losing my mind. I want to... explode... implode... I want to burst, to come forth and wipe out this pressure that is building like steam inside an engine.
I ache so much I feel as though I’ll die if I don’t find release. He puts two fingers together and they move faster, harder. I’m feverish, panting, my breath coming in short hard bursts as the tightening in my core contracts until I feel as though I’m going to erupt.
“God!” I scream, arching my back and grabbing his head in my hands as I come. He doesn’t stop moving his hand and coming down from one wave, I begin to ride another. He pinches my clit. I gasp, his hand moves faster, harder. My mouth gaping wide... and then I feel the weight of his head leave my stomach.
My mind blanks.
And now, he’s on all fours, hovering over me. His hand moves to my thigh, his hot wet mouth wraps around my aching clit. Both his hands are on my legs, and he grabs the inward sides of my thighs, spreading me open to give him better access. His tongue is whipping my clit, his mouth caressing my pussy. A molten heat fills my core, my lower body turned to lava. The coil within me tightens. I feel as if I’ll break, snap in half from within.
Then the sweet release comes a second time. Stronger than the first. I clutch at his shoulders, squeezing his strong muscles with my fingertips, digging my nails into his flesh.
He’ll wear the marks of my passion for days. I come in a shuddering burst, and as I do, I call his name.
Completely spent, I collapse back onto the bed. I lie there, my eyes opened wide staring at the white ceiling. I’m in shock. I try to catch my breath. To process what was just done to my body. My limbs feel heavy, relaxed. A liquid-like sensation akin to a physical form of contentment flows through my body. All of the tension he built is gone, leaving behind a warm glow. And finally, I drift off to deep sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
SARA
Ijolt awake, my heart hammering in my chest. The image of my father standing at my door is still vivid from the nightmare. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself as I look around my quiet, empty dorm room. Just a bad dream, I tell myself. But the knot in my stomach remains. I turn around again and notice that the space where Dimitri slept is cold. That means he’s been gone for a while. Where did he go?
Dammit! I roll over to his now empty side of the bed and wince as my dream comes back to me.
I know I can't avoid my father and my fiancé forever. Lorenzo will be sure to tell my father all about the murders on campus, not to mention what happened yesterday with Dimitri. The thought makes my blood run cold. I have to take control of the situation before Lorenzo twists the narrative to paint me as some kind of harlot. But am I not? I let Dimitri touch me all over yesterday and I liked it a little too much.
Glancing at the clock, I decide I need to clear my head. I drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. As the water cascades over me, I try to wash away the lingering unease from the nightmare. But the dread continues swirling inside me.
After getting dressed, I grab my phone to call Martha. She picks up after the second ring.
"Hey girl, what's up?" she says brightly.
"Hey... so I've been thinking about some stuff and I've decided I need to go home for a few days to talk to my dad," I tell her.
Martha immediately sounds concerned. "Is everything okay? This isn't about what that sleaze Lorenzo tried to pull yesterday, is it?"
"No, no, it's not that," I say quickly. "It's just family stuff I need to deal with. I'll only be gone a couple days."
"If you're sure..." Martha says slowly. "You know I'm here if you need to talk more before you go."
"I know. But I think this is something I need to handle myself."
"Well, call me if you change your mind. Or if you just need someone to vent to while dealing with family drama," Martha says.
I smile slightly. "Will do. Hopefully my father won't drive me too crazy."
