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And the next six tries, easier and easier still.
He moved to his coat and pulled out a smaller lock he’d had in an interior pocket, then set it on the table. “Now this one. Use your hairpins. Use the keyhole to first bend the tip of the pins—you can try different lengths if you need to.”
Her mouth quirked to the side, but she pulled out several pins from her hair. Her dark hair started to fall about her shoulders and she gave up on it, quickly stripping out the rest of the pins, fifteen in total for how thick her hair was, and she set them onto the table.
She twisted her dark hair together, then draped it forward over her shoulder so it would stay out of the way as she worked on the lock.
“Saints, I love your hair down, Vic. You look like a siren.”
Her eyebrows lifted as she glanced up from the lock to him. “A siren?” She bent over, her eyes narrowing as she set the tips of the hairpins into the lock, searching.
“You sucker me in with your voice, your face, your kindness, your innocence, and then you seek to destroy me, full and through.”
She lifted her eyes but not her head to him. “You think I mean to destroy you?”
“No, but that is the cruel twist of it, your innocence wouldn’t allow it. You are unjaded and I am the one to jade you. That is how you destroy me.”
“If that is the case, I rather like how I destroy you.” She looked back down to the lock, feeling that inexplicable presence of the lever he was talking about under her left forefinger. She pressed downward. And…there.
Click.
The lock released.
Who knew she would be good at this? She had burglaryin her future if he kept corrupting her like this.
She looked up to him, a smile wide on her face.
There it was. That look again.
Like he wanted to devour her from tip to toe, and then wrap up her sated body and keep her in this room for all of time.
Full of intention, his stare stayed on her for the longest breath as she straightened to her full height which was pitiful compared against his. Just when she was about to mention the look in his eyes to break the heavy tension in the air, he stepped forward, crashing into her, his hands moving along her body, seemingly untying her stays and dragging her chemise from her shoulders all at once.
Her chemise couldn’t drop fast enough, catching about her hips, but all he wanted at that moment was her right breast in his mouth, then her left. She interrupted him as he switched sides to pull the shirt from his torso, baring his chest to her.
He settled onto her left breast, his mouth hungry, his tongue swirling, teeth nipping until she was arching into him, the sensation running hot streaks from her chest to her core. Running her hands down along his back, across the lines of his shoulder blades, her fingertips made their way out to his triceps, feeling the power in them with every movement he made.
So many scars on his skin. So many wounds that he would never tell her about, but that hurt her heart all the same.
His right hand drifted up her bare spine, spiking nerves from her toes to her scalp, as his left hand trailed circles along her inner thigh, teasing the skin just below her folds, knowing how that drove her to insanity.
She grabbed the sides of his head, dragging him upward until her mouth found his and she kissed him, not letting him escape as her fingers dropped and undid his trousers, shoving them off his body.
He stood to his full height, picking her up and turning her back toward the wall as he slid her legs up around his waist.
His cock slid into her as he crashed her back into the wall, the full of his body trapping her, pressing into her.
This was to be harsh then. It was embarrassing how much she liked sex with him this way. Frenzied and rough with just the right amount of pain. But he never allowed her the slightest bit of embarrassment. Ever.
Everything their bodies did together, he made right, no matter what her hesitations.
Her left arm locked around his neck, her mouth buried against his shoulder as he drove into her again and again. The angle of it, him pounding into her, her back trapped against the wall, brought her to the precipice without warning or proper time to prepare and she exploded—early and unexpected—a withering scream at her lips.
He laughed, full of prideful arrogance, and caught the last vestiges of her scream in a devouring kiss as he spun them away from the wall, then dropped her sideways onto the bed.
He didn’t withdraw, but stood, pulling her legs with him until her backside was teetering off the edge of the bed. Lifting her left leg straight up to wrap along his shoulder, he set his teeth onto her leg, raking along her calf as he plunged into her, his strokes long and reaching deeper with every drive.
Her hands clutching the coverlet, her back arched up, her body attempting to accommodate every inch of him. The growl that started low in his chest rumbled louder every second he worked her body. The sound of it sent her spiraling once more, fire building in her core when she thought it had been spent.
