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“Oh, I can dosomuch more.” He licks the shell of my ear and I bite my tongue to suppress a moan.
Holy shit. It’s like I’m on an aphrodisiac. One touch and I melt. One touch and I’m wiggling and clenching my thighs in search ofsomething. What, I have no clue.
Due to being hidden my whole life, everything feels heightened and unreal. As if I left my own body and I’m existing in a different reality.
Just like I planned for this night to be.
“How old are you?” His question is sensual, low-pitched, and makes me shudder again.
“Twenty-three,” I lie, because he looks to be in his early thirties and I don’t want to appear too young.
“Hmm.” There’s a vibration in his voice as his tongue lowers to the hollow of my throat. And holy hell, it’s like he licked my pussy, because it’s wet now. My pussy, not my neck.
Okay, maybe my neck, too, but it’s my core that’s throbbing for more.
As if knowing exactly what that does to me, he flicks his tongue across the same spot and bites down.
Oh, fuck.
I jam my legs shut, afraid that he’ll see how desperate I am for this. How much I need it before I disappear.
It’s my “fuck you” to the people who intended to use this part of me to marry me off to the first influential man who comes knocking on our door.
He continues his assault on my throat and his hand skims to my back, my bare back. His skin is similar to fire. A scorching one and he’s about to melt me with it, maybe scathe me, maybe drag me to the pits of hell.
“W-what about you?” I ask, assuming that’s what’s expected in these types of conversations.
Though this can hardly be called a conversation now that his fingers are toying with my butterfly pendant and my flesh at the same time.
“Twenty-eight.”
A shudder zips down my spine and it has less to do with his age and more to do with his touch and his voice. Seriously, no voice should be as sinfully attractive as his.
It’s like the devil’s—whispering and lulling me to my damnation.
“What’s your name?” His hot breaths against my throat and his possessive hold on my back send sparks through my whole body.
I’m tingling, throbbing, and aching for something I’ve never experienced.
Something I never thought was possible in my life.
“No…names,” I manage to say in an airy voice I didn’t think I was capable of.
“Why?” He bites down on a spot on my neck and it’s hard enough that I wince. It’s hard enough that I’m clenching my soaked thighs.
“Because anonymity is thrilling.”
I expect him to argue, to demand that he know my name, and I have a fake one for that, just in case, but he does something entirely different.
Something that makes my toes curl and my heart hammer.
He laughs, the sound low and sinister and so damn delicious against my neck. When he pulls back, his intense eyes have darkened. They’re amused now. Or maybe it’s sadism that I’m staring at.
Usually, I can’t maintain eye contact for more than a second, but I’m trapped in his.
I can’t look away.
I won’t.
Because there are words and phrases in that gaze. A book, maybe, and while I’m not able to delve into all of its pages and decrypt its code, I can at least try.
Trying is the first phase of anything.
But I can’t figure out the reason behind his reaction, so I ask, “Why are you laughing?”
“Because I just made a decision, beautiful.”
“Which is?”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
