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He presses his nose into my neck, inhaling me. “Please, just once. Give me just this one time. Please,” he begs me with such araw voice that it scrapes something inside my heart, and I can’t say no. I can’t push him away.
Hearing that word on his lips is my kryptonite, my undoing.
I feel like a tiny kitten in his big arms, and all I want is him. This is probably the worst idea of my life, and I will regret it dearly, but for now, I kiss my better judgment goodbye and say, “Okay.” In a flash, I am back on that damn desk.
“Third time is the charm, right?” He asks with a soft chuckle, and before something else can distract us once again, he unzips my skirt and tugs it off me with one fluid movement. The shirt follows soon after, leaving me in my silky lingerie set.
This is happening. This. Is. Happening. Yet I don’t feel his hands or his body on mine. I open my eyes, and my breath catches right that second. His gaze travels down my naked body like whips of fire, engulfing me in their heat. Landon is watching me as if he is trying to engrave this picture in his mind for eternity, making my body heat up even more.
After what seems like hours, he gently trails his fingers from my ankles all the way to my neck, covering my almost naked body.
“Kitten, you’re the most beautiful sight to see.” My eyes roll back at his words and his hot breath licking my neck. Just as slowly, Landon slides back down, grabs my ankles, and positions them on the edge of his desk.
“Keep your legs here,” he commands me, and I feel a strange urge to comply.
Newsflash: I never feel like complying with orders.
Apparently, until now. Because I glue my feet to that edge and don’t move an inch.
Landon brings his hands to my ankles and slowly drags his fingers over my bare legs, following with his lips that kiss every inch of my bare flesh all the way until his head disappears between my thighs.
“What a good little kitten you are, Lexi.” Without further comments, he tears off my soaking-wet panties and just stares at my sex.
“Landon…” I half moan; I need him to touch me. I need to feel him, or else I’ll explode right here and now.
Landon is torturing me. That’s what it is. And I’m about to scream in frustration when I feel his tongue on my pussy.
He is tormenting me with the most delirious and exquisite touch I have ever felt. That teasing soft tongue on my clit is driving me absolutely insane. Each lick and suck are like a thousand needles pricking and poking me.
“Landon—” my voice gets lost as he thrusts that tongue of his inside me. “Oh,” is all I manage to say as my back arches from the cold glass, and my nails dig into his hair, pulling it.
He is devouring me like I’m the best thing he has ever tasted. Like I am his twelve-course meal, and right now, I’m ready to be a fucking buffet for him.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” I whimper, and he does not stop. Nope, he makes me lose it altogether; shoving my legs even further apart, he thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them slightly. A moan so loud escapes me that I am pretty sure the whole building heard it.
I should be embarrassed but ask me if I care right this second.
The ecstasy of pleasure coursing through my body makes me believe in magic.
He is magic.
Landon Locke cast his own dark spell on my body, and now I’m cursed for life.
His every lick, every kiss, every thrust seals my fate. The light goes off, and all I see is black as the orgasm takes over my body. It’s splitting me in two, making me twitch and twist, shake and gasp and scream his name. He makes me come so hard, making me leave my own body and soar high up in the clouds.
“God, Kitten…” Landon pulls his head from between my thighs, and I watch with heavy breaths as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of me on them. His eyes are hooded with pure desire.
Oh my goodness…this man will be my death.
“I knew you’d taste good, but this? This is fucking heaven. This is fucking mine, and I’m the only one who is allowed to taste it from now on. In fact, give me a list with names of those who had a taste before so I can end their lives,” he says while palming my pulsating clit with his hard, manly hand.
How could he ever compare to those boys? How could I ever look at anyone else and come as hard as I did for him?
I’m still on his desk, lying like a limbless, weightless doll who is still trying to recover from that slaughtering climax when I feel his heavy mountain of a body climbing on top of me.
“Go on, Kitten. I need those names.”
“W-what does it matter? I thought this was a one-time thing?” Somehow, I find my voice to say it, but immediately his gray eyes, which were a picture of peace and serenity a second ago, are plagued with darkness.
