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“You hate yourself for what you did, which means you’re inherently good. And I’veseenthe good in you. I’ve seen—”
I couldn’t keep talking. Erol wrapped his arm around me, pulled me onto his lap, and kissed me.
16
EROL
Everything about Hazel made me want her. She was incredible and the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was funny and smart, and she was kind and compassionate.
She was forgiving.
Somehow, the thing that made her even more attractive was the way she looked at the world, and not the way she looked, period.
When she told me that everything would be okay, because there was good in me, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I grabbed her and kissed her.
A part of me screamed at me for being so forward, for taking what I wanted. I expected her to push me away. I always expected that from her.
She never did.
She was surprised when I pulled her onto my lap, her delicate form light as a feather when her legs were cast over mine, but she melted against me and kissed me back.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her mouth when I slid my tongue along her bottom lip. Kissing her was the first bit of pure bliss that I’d experienced in centuries, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
My cock was rock hard in my pants, my body aching to have her beneath me. I wanted to drive my hips into her again and again, claim her as mine.
She moaned softly while she kissed me, and the sound of her voice was an aphrodisiac on its own.
I lifted my hand, trailing it slowly over her torso, warning her of what was to come, in case she wanted to pull away. When I cupped her breast, she didn’t stop me, only moaned again, and then arched her back, pushing herself into my hand.
I growled with need and lifted her. I carried her to one of the couches and sat down with her on my lap again. I let my hands roam her body, feeling her curves. Her chest rose and fell faster as her breathing became shallow and erratic. I kneaded and massaged her breasts through the delicate material of her dress, and she gasped and moaned louder as I did.
I kissed a line down her jaw and onto the soft skin of her neck. I licked and nibbled my way down to her collarbone before dropping kisses on her shoulder.
I slid my hand around her waist and found the zipper that kept her dress together. When I unzipped it, the gown came undone, falling away from her glorious breasts, and she was half-naked on my lap.
I stopped kissing her and stared at her chest. Her milky skin was blemish free, her breasts beautiful—they were perfect, with erect pink nipples, and her chest rose and fell harder and harder, still.
I cupped her breast in one hand and dipped my head to the other, sucking her nipple into my mouth. She cried out, running her hands through my short hair. I groaned when she scraped her nails lightly over my scalp. She writhed on my lap, moaning. I pulled her tighter against me, sucking harder on her nipple, and I gyrated my hips beneath her so she could feel how hard I was for her and how badly I wanted her.
When I moved my mouth to her other breast, swapping my hand and my mouth, she cried out and moaned in the same way as with the first, and the sounds of her pleasure were a turn on. The scent of her arousal reached my nostrils, and I growled at the back of my throat with need.
I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long.
“Oh, Erol,” she gasped. “I want you so badly.”
Yeah? I would give her exactly what she wanted.
I tipped her backward and laid her on the couch cushions. I wanted to take my time, slowly working her toward it, so that by the time I got on top of her, she would be more than ready for me. Although, judging by the sounds of her arousal, she already was.
When she lay back, I pushed up the skirt of her dress, bunching the material around her waist. We would get rid of it later.
I ran my finger along her slit and groaned.
“You’re so wet,” I growled.
“You made me this way,” she answered in a breathy voice. “Ah!”
