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Dex breathed hard, and the atmosphere changed. It filled with lust, the tension bleeding out.
He was only inches away from me. His eyes slid to my lips, and the magic between us hummed and grew just as my need for him did.
It was the same kind of power I’d felt in the nursery when I’d gone to try to heal Deron again.
Ellie had begged me to try one more time. I’d gone without thinking it would work, but with Dex at my side and our magic intertwined, something different had happened.
The same kind of thing that was happening now. Apart, we were powerful individuals, but together…
If you fall for him, you’ll lose him.
“Dex,” I breathed.
We couldn’t do this.
“No,” Dex said in a thick voice. “You don’t get to push me away again. I can sense how your body reacts to me. You’re staying away for a reason, and I want to know what it is.”
“I’m not—”
Before I could say anything more, Dex pushed me against the bookshelf and kissed me. The shelves bit into my back, but I didn’t feel it. The little voice at the back of my mind screamed at me that I was making a mistake, but I ignored it. All that mattered in this moment was Dex, his lips on mine, and howrightit felt.
How could something that felt this right be so wrong?
His lips were demanding but gentle at the same time. His stubble scraped against my chin. His scent enveloped me when I breathed in through my nose—musky, manly, wild.Delicious.
Dex slid his tongue into my mouth. His tongue was hot, and I drank in the feel of him, the way he demanded to be appeased. At the same time, I knew if I told him to stop, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second.
Dex gyrated his hips against me. He grinded his erection against my center, thick and hard and ready. I gasped as my body responded. Heat washed over me and pooled between my legs, and my skin was on fire where he touched me. Lust erupted at my core, a being with a life of its own, and it wanted more. I wanted all of Dex, and I couldn’t get enough of him. He unleashed a hunger within me I hadn’t paid attention to before, but it was insistent now.
I moaned into his mouth. Dex cupped my breast through the thin fabric of the dress I wore. His hands were large, capable, his skin rough. My nipples poked against the fabric, erect with need. Dex’s movements were sure, his skin scalding hot through the material, branding me.
Dex broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps over my shoulders and down my arms.
“If you have any idea what I’m going to do to you,” he breathed. “I want to taste your skin. I want you to cry out my name and beg me for more. I’m going to—”
“Dex,” I gasped. His words tugged at my core, egging on my lust. A fire burned between my legs, and the only way to soothe it was for Dex to pin me down and take me. “We can’t.”
“I don’t care,” Dex growled. “I want you.”
I groaned, another wave of need surging through my body.
Dex dipped his head into my neck and scraped his teeth along my shoulder. He pulled at the neckline of my dress, and the material ripped, giving way to him. His skin was thick and calloused, his hands rough. He cupped my bare breast and massaged it. His mouth found mine again. While he kissed me, he rolled my nipple between two fingers, and I moaned.
Dex was a hard warrior, rough around the edges and demanding, taking what he wanted, but he was gentle with me. His onslaught drove me wild with desire, but he treated me like I was delicate, careful not to hurt me.
I shivered with goosebumps again, whimpering as I tried to bite back my moans of pleasure. Dex kissed his way onto my chest, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He pushed away the material that still covered parts of my chest, pushing the dress off my shoulder to give himself more room, more bare skin to work with.
“I ruined your dress,” Dex muttered against my skin.
“I didn’t like it that much, anyway,” I breathed.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I heat pulsated through my veins. He licked and sucked my nipple, scraped his teeth around it, and I gasped and cried out. He kneaded and massaged my other breast. After he turned me into a puddle of need, worshipping my breasts, he swapped sides and did it all again. I trembled, my knees growing weak, and his attention to my nipples sent sparks of pure pleasure to my pussy, making me ache for him.
Dex kneeled before me. He held my waist in his hands—they were so large they could wrap easily around my waist, making me feel tiny.
He ran his hands down my sides, my legs, and hiked my skirt up. Everywhere he touched me, my skin tingled. Under my skirt, he ran his hands up one leg. His fingers kneaded my thigh as he came closer and closer to my center. He glanced up at me, and I swallowed hard. I licked my lips and parted them again, gasping. My breathing had become shallow and erratic.
His eyes locked on mine, dark and drowning deep, and I gasped when his fingers found my pussy.
