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The second I begin to move from his lap, he yanks me back down by my hips, keeping me in place. Our eyes lock. My pulse quickens, stomach tightens, head swims. Overwhelmed, I swallow hard and try to breathe normally.
Nothing seems capable of restoring my sanity. When he reaches for my face with one hand, I can’t even move. With unusual gentleness, he cups my cheek against his palm. He holds it there for a second, maybe longer. Time grinds to a halt as he leans forward and his lips crash against mine.
Instantly, the whole world falls away.
I lean into him, boneless. Unrestricted, he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side, and slips his tongue into my mouth. Joined like that, we move in sync, breathing heavy. The scent of copper and musk overwhelms my system.
He ignites a burning frenzy of confusion and passion deep within my soul.
This is wrong.
This is so wrong.
But, God, then why does it feel soright?
As if to drive that point home, I feel his hands trail down my back until he cups my ass, clutching me to him.
“Your innocence drives me fucking wild,” he breathes into our kiss, slipping his fingertips beneath the waistband of my shorts.
The heat from his palms feels like fire against my skin. My pulse accelerates. No man has ever touched me like this. Felt like this. A foreign sensation takes over my body, making my hips arch to chase it, until he slips further back. Lower.Lower.
Reaching behind me, I grasp his wrist.
He stiffens at the contact. In one swift motion, he stands, easing me onto the sink. His hands fumble with my shorts and panties as he tugs them down my legs, leaving me bare. Rather than recoil at the act, I fist his hair, kissing him harder, drawing him closer.
“Damn.” He groans deeply against my lips. “I need to taste you, Frey.”
“You already have.”
“No.” He bends down and brushes his lips against my inner thigh. “I need totasteyou. Every part of you,” he clarifies.
I don’t understand. Not until his calloused palm graces the space behind my knee, urging my legs further apart. Ablaze with a hunger I can’t name, he stares…
There.My cheeks catch fire, and I try to clamp my knees shut. “Very funny—”
“You are so beautiful.” The awe in his voice shocks me into going limp, and he easily bares that part of me to him again.
Beautiful.I’d spent my whole life believing this part of my body was linked to dangerous temptation. That, out of desire for it, men would be reduced to mere animals, eager to hurt me. Use.
None of those characterizations fit Daze. When he sinks into a crouch before me, I don’t resist. Not even when his fingers caress me in an intimate way that makes my eyelids flutter.
Then a newer, strong sensation overrides his touch, and my back bows. Unconcerned by my wide-eyed stare, he takes me into his mouth, and every part of me spontaneously tenses. My mouth falls agape, and a hushed moan escapes me. The sound only seems to encourage him. He licks, sucks, and nibbles my most sensitive flesh, working magic with his tongue.
I gasp.
He groans, savoring the taste of me. Relishing in the way my hands find his head, tugging hard on his hair. Sinking one finger inside me, he flattens his tongue over a bundle of nerves near my center, and it’s electric.
I whimper, giving in to the new sensations of this beautiful attack on my body.
“Good girl,” he lets out, his warm breath caressing my skin. “Fuck,” he purrs, working in another finger, stretching me wide. I fight through the soreness. His pleasured, throaty grunts of approval make it all worth it. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Please,” I gasp, breathing fast. Shallow. “Too much—”
“I know,” he says, his voice guttural. “I need you to come for me, Frey. Come all over my face,” he commands, his voice like silk. He flicks his tongue over me, again and again, and thrusts deeper, curling his fingers, finding just the right spot.
Wetness pools between my thighs, trickling down onto the cold surface of the sink beneath me. I writhe against his face, letting out helpless little cries.
And he groans his approval into me, heightening the overwhelming pleasure. “That’s it. Good girl,” he bites out, finding the perfect rhythm with his tongue and fingers.
