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It was a mixture of pain and jealousy, and as soon as I noticed it, I made sure there was distance between Rayna and me.
Starla leans up and presses her soft lips against mine. Our kiss is sweet, yet it has some fire behind it. It’s different from the sloppy, drunk kisses we’ve shared in the past. This is real. It means more.
I slide one of my hands down her back while she wraps her arms tightly around me. This feels natural. It feels like we were meant to be this close, to have our hands on the other’s body.
As much as I want to keep myself from getting attached to her, I don’t know if I’ll be able to. She’s the first thing I think about every day and the last one before I go to sleep.
Still, she’s a friend more than anything—or at least that’s what I tell myself. Fuck, I don’t know what to do. All I know is that right now, I want her lips on mine and to feel her body.
Right now, all that matters is the taste of her lips. I push back any negative thoughts and focus on the present moment.
I force my tongue past her lips again, expertly tangling it with hers. This time, I have a hunger that can’t be contained.
As we kiss, the saltiness of her tears drifts into our kiss, but neither of us stops. We want each other so badly right now, and I’ll be damned if we don’t give into this, even if it’s just for one night.
Over the last year, I’ve noticed something blooming between us. There’s been a shift in the way she looks at me, a longing I’ve tried to ignore.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed, where I wish I’d had her before now. Every time a member fucks ahóra, it’s in thehóra’sbed. We never take them back to our room. At least not in this club.
If you ask me, it feels like Starla should be right here, lying on my blood-red sheets.
With each gentle brush of her lips against mine, my cock grows insanely hard. With every touch, it continues to get harder, and I can’t resist breaking our kiss. I press soft kisses against her neck and slowly go down the center of her chest.
Starla brings her hands to the front of her, expertly unbuttoning her tight black long-sleeved blouse.
In my dimly lit room, she looks fucking divine. Her golden skin glows against the darkness of her clothes, and I can’t help but love how badass she looks in the color black.
We slowly peel away at the other’s clothes, shedding everything until we’re both completely naked. My eyes hungrily roam over her perfect body. Every inch of her is perfect, almost like she’s formed out of clay. It would make sense since she’s a work of fucking art.
She looks like a damn meal and one that I’m going to thoroughly savor.
As I explore her body in a passionate way I don’t typically do, the heat between us builds to record levels. I hike up one of her legs and look at her perfect pussy.
I have to hold myself back, resisting the urge to devour her right now. Her waxed pussy is smooth and flawless, not a single hair on her.
I gently trail a finger against her soft lips, feeling her wetness, teasing her sensitive clit.
But even though her pussy is perfectly waxed, I know better than to think I’ll ever be inside her. She has one rule and has had it since she became ahóra: no one fucks her in the pussy.
She only gives blowjobs or has anal sex. I don’t know the reason, but she’s set her boundaries, and it’s our job to respect them. I’ll just have to pleasure her in other ways.
Starla’s moans are music to my ears as she wraps her arms around my neck, forcing me closer to her. She guides me up to her breasts, and I suckle her light brown nipple right into my mouth.
She releases a soft mew of pleasure. “God, you have no idea how good that feels.”
I look up at her face, loving her writhing underneath me. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips while I continue to start rocking her world.
I chuckle against her skin, sucking gently, and go to her other nipple, giving them both equal attention.
My cock presses against her stomach, and I can’t resist gliding it against her wet lips. I make it a point to brush against her sensitive clit, trying to drive her wild.
“I-Ivar,” Starla’s tone drops, almost in a pleading manner.
I pull my mouth from her nipple and hover my face over hers. “What’s the matter?”
There’s a softness in her eyes I haven’t seen before. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just . . .”
I tilt my head to the side, furrowing my brows in concern as I study her face. “You what, Star?”
