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“Those two little dimples on your back…” He drags his tongue across his lower lip with a low groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” His drunk eyes scan my body as if imagining all the filthy things he wants to do to me.

And I know. I just know I won’t stop him.

“Don’t ever turn that sexy back on me again.” He warns roughly. “I might fuck you raw from behind—”

“How many drinks have you had?” I turn to face him, forcing my thoughts away from the slow, distracting path of his hands.

He parts his lips, a lazy daze in his eyes, a crooked smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Two?” he says like a question, then lifts my hand, opening my palms as he goes. “Ten?” He threads his fingers through mine, engulfing my hand in his.

Okay smooth operator.

His hand moulds against mine like two halves of the same glove.

My body hums to life and I shut my brain off before it can spiral. I stand motionless, awaiting any movement from him as he stares at my lips.

There’s so much hunger in his eyes.

Raw. Unadulterated. Hunger.

His grip tightens around my hand. “It’d be a shame to miss any of your moans just because I’m not quite sound at the moment.”

“Oh! A catastrophe indeed.” I gasp dramatically before chuckling. “I’ll be sure to scream as loud as I can.”

His eyes darken, a slow smile forming. “I would love to hear you scream, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He licks his lips. “I’m going to kiss you now. I need to taste your lips.” His gaze stays fixed on my mouth. “Okay?” he sways slightly before catching himself again, staring at me with pleading brown eyes.

“Okay.” I’m gobsmacked; this dramatic, brooding arsehole is making my heart pound so loud, its borderline alarming.

“Okay.”

That’s all the warning I get before he crashes his lips on mine. My lips chase his with a desperation unknown to mankind.

His hands grope my arse, kneading them harshly, the dull throb reminds me of the ways he could ruin me.

Spanking. Choking. Fucking.

Anything.

A low growl reverberates from deep within his chest as my wanton moans turn louder and louder the longer he massages my arse cheek all the while attacking my mouth with his soft lips.

I taste strong vodka before his taste fills my body. Faint minty breath and the rest is all him. His tongue slips inside, clashing with mine, dominating every fibre of my being and I willingly surrender.

His hand tightens as everything around me slips, hoisting my body and with ease, he walks us to the bedroom.

His lips never leaving mine, his eyes closed, as if he’s mapped out every inch of my entire flat. Not that I’d feel bumping or falling, being so consumed with him.

My mind isn’t a storm, I hear nothing so I have to fight nothing.

My back hits the soft mattress and he presses his body weight on top of mine and it’s so delicious I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

My lungs heave, and before I can protest, his lips leave mine, trailing kisses down my jaw. Sucking, nibbling, biting, his hand tugging at the neckline of my sweatshirt, stretching the fabric with a sudden tug I hear it groan.

He’s relentless, hungry, desperate to see my whole body through the crewneck. The thick fabric groans again reaching its limit as he slides his tongue at the space just beneath my collarbone, and my breath hitches almost instantly.