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He pulled me against his body in a quick gesture. We collided, panting.
“What—”
“Shut up,” he hissed.
His mouth came down on mine. Hot and tasting like heaven. My limbs went completely limp and I melted into his chest. His free arm wrapped around my body, bending me back. His other hand had a grip on my throat, holding my head in place.
His mouth—God, his mouth was ruining mine.
My ears roared. His lips moved over mine, forcing them apart. His hot tongue swiped between my teeth. Flicking briefly up and hitting the roof of my mouth. Making my eyes roll back beneath my closed lids.
I’d had the unfortunate experience of dating someone in high school who insisted on pushing his entire tongue into my mouth every time we kissed. It had completely turned me off tongue kissing for years.
In a second, Duran had turned me back onto it.
It helped that he was fucking amazing at it. His mouth moved hungrily over mine, applying the perfect amount of pressure. When my lips parted for him, his tongue flicked between them and brushed mine. Offering me just a taste of him and leaving me wanting for more.
We broke apart. Both panting hard.
His palm came up, eyes still distracted with lust, and gripped my jaw. My mouth parted and he bent. It took me a second to realize what he was doing, but it was too late to pull back.
He spat, just a little bit, onto my tongue.
My body tingled and I swallowed without even thinking about it. He released my jaw and I stared up at him, my mouth hanging open.
“Better shut that,” he breathed. “I might get ideas.”
“You…you spat in my mouth,” I whispered.
The corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked smirk. “Want to spit in mine?”
My mind was completely blank and my body was one fire. I forgot all about how much I was supposed to hate him. I forgot he’d kidnapped me and spent the last few days tormenting me.
“How—what?”
He picked me up, pushing my skirt up around my thighs so I could straddle his lap. He was hard, I saw a flash of his length pushing up beneath his pants. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. His lip rose, flashing that sharp canine.
“Go on, you want to, you little slut,” he urged.
“I do not,” I gasped.
He cocked his head. “Then why are your nipples so hard I can see them through your dress, princess?”
My hand shot up and I gripped his jaw. He opened his mouth and before I could lose my nerve, I spat a tiny bit onto his tongue. He flashed a grin up at me and his throat bobbed.
“You taste good,” he said. “Give me more.”
My forehead scrunched. This time when I spat past his lips, I gave him a taste of me. He’d asked for it. He groaned slightly, shifting in his seat so he was level with me. His thumb slid over my chin, tugging my lips apart.
And he spat it all back into my mouth.
“Swallow it,” he ordered.
Glowing with heat, my throat moved reflexively. That smirk slid into place and his eyes dropped, studying my mouth like he wanted to kiss me again. Like he wanted to consume my breath and meld his tongue with mine.
“If you want to do dirty things to me, princess, all you have to do is ask,” he murmured.
“I don’t,” I managed.
