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“You’re so hot,” Lauren whispered against her lips.
“Too bad you didn’t see me naked before things started shifting.”
Resting her weight on her hands, Lauren held herself up to look Sylvie in her wild, honey eyes. “You’re perfect,” she said with the upmost conviction.
Color flushed Sylvie’s already pink cheeks. “Shut up.”
Lauren raised a brow. “Make me.”
The taunt had the desired effect. Sylvie pushed her off and onto her back. In a flash, Sylvie was on top of her, her kiss rough and demanding.
Her mouth was wet heat gliding down the side of Lauren’s neck until she stopped at her collarbone. With teeth bared like a parched vampire, Sylvie sunk into her sensitive flesh.
Arching her back, Lauren let out a strangled cry. Her eyes watered from the shock of pain that ignited her body in an uncontrollable need. She grabbed fistfuls of white sheets to keep from shoving Sylvie off of her. She wasn’t going to be the weaker one. The one to tap out.
When Sylvie finally let go, she left her tortured skin throbbing. Lauren might have considered checking for blood, but Sylvie moved too fast. She was between Lauren’s legs, gripping her thighs, and pulling her lower on the bed.
“Remember what I said about payback?” Sylvie had barely finished her question before she was tearing Lauren’s brand-new shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere, bouncing on the wood floor and hitting the walls.
Lauren bit her bottom lip, overwhelmed by the fiery desire in Sylvie’s eyes. No one had ever looked at her like they wanted to actually consume her and the result was addictive.
With blinding speed, Sylvie pulled off Lauren’s Doc Martins. She sent them tumbling to the floor. Her pants and underwear followed in short order. While Sylvie undressed her, Lauren removed her own bra.
Sylvie lunged forward, kissing her lips as she explored Lauren’s body. Like she wanted to touch every part of her all at once. As if she lamented only having a single pair of hands.
Lauren relished the sensation of Sylvie’s lightly perspiring body gliding against hers as they kissed. She slid her hands down Sylvie’s back, guiding the rhythm of her hips as she started grinding between her parted thighs.
No matter how hard Lauren tried to increase the friction, it wasn’t enough to ease the pain. She needed more.
Mercifully, Sylvie snaked her hand between their bodies. When the tips of her fingers eased over the arousal Lauren knew was heavy enough to start dripping, Sylvie moaned.
Bucking her hips, Lauren urgently sought a harder touch. Sylvie, however, was hellbent on prolonging her pain. Maybe this was the payback instead of the destroyed shirt or bruised skin.
“Open your eyes,” Sylvie demanded, her voice low and syrupy.
Lauren opened the eyes she hadn’t realized she’d shut tight.
“Keep them open,” she insisted before letting the hard point of Lauren’s aching flesh slide between her fingers.
The full contact was an explosion of sensation so intense that Lauren’s body shook uncontrollably. Sylvie’s knitted together eyebrows and parted lips made it look like she was the one on the verge of an embarrassingly quick orgasm.
Despite the urge to close her eyes and lose herself in the climax building low in her belly, Lauren held Sylvie’s gaze. Watched every twitch in her lips and the pained expression in her eyes.
“Get on your knees,” Lauren’s voice cracked as she begged between moans.
Sylvie, the flush on her face bleeding into her neck, raised her brows in question. The tips of Sylvie’s two fingers dipped inside of her, teasing her entrance, as if to show her who was boss.
“Please,” Lauren cried. “I don’t want you to stop. I just want to touch you too,” she explained, out of breath as she tried to maintain control of her willful body.
Sylvie cocked her head to the side. “Since you asked nicely.”
With her free hand, Sylvie propped herself on the bed and pulled herself up on her knees. Her parted legs sent a new wave of uncontrollable desire rocking Lauren to her foundation.
Lauren watched herself touch Sylvie, unprepared for just how wet she was. Lauren nearly cried as her climax ran at full speed to the edge like a bungee-jumper ready to soar.
“Look at me,” Sylvie demanded, but her voice and body faltered. She trembled on contact in the same way Lauren had.
Lauren did her best to comply, but she was overwhelmed. The act of touching Sylvie was almost too much on its own. Adding her beautiful face painted with ecstasy, and the sound of her moaning, and it was sensory overload.
