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“Just as perfect as I thought you’d be,” he whispers as he rounds me and steps in behind me. “Pull your hair free for me, Luna.”
I tug at the elastic and drag it down my hair, freeing my black tresses. His hand comes up to trace the line of my arm, his fingers tangling in my hair as it topples down over my shoulder.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he says before burying his face in my neck again. One hand sweeps my hair to the other side, his teeth dragging up to my ear, setting off a hundred thousand little shivers all over my body.
His other hand wraps around my bare stomach, pulling me back harder against him.
Walking me forward, he guides me until we’re a foot from his desk.
“Turn around.”
I spin in his arms, and he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the edge of his desk. Then, clasping my face in his hand, his mouth finds mine.
Hard, desperate, hungry.
I reach around his back, his muscles rippling under my fingertips, my nails catching on the fabric as I cling to him. Lips crushed against his, I forget to breathe, and he murmurs my name, the sound vibrating against our mouths.
“Kingsley,” I moan in response, savoring the way each letter feels in my mouth. Thrilling me that I get to whisper his name like this.
And he groans. “No one says my name like you do. It fucking haunts me. Makes me hard, makes me hurt when I haven’t heard it for a while.”
Sweat pricks all over my body as I reach around me to unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts, shaking my hair over my shoulder as I whisper his name again, eyes teasing him. “Kingsley…”
The hiss that it draws from his lips thrills me. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, he runs his tongue down between my breasts, and he falls to his knees, taking my panties with him.
I’m bare in front of him. For him. I’ve dreamed of this so many times.
Slipping them off my boots, he settles between my legs, pushing my knees apart.
I barely have a moment to take a breath before his fingers are on either side of my thighs, spreading me open before he buries his face against me, his tongue driving itself deep inside.
“Fuck.”
There’s nothing else to say.
My whole body is on fire from the first touch. I rock back, reclining until I’m resting on my elbows, my head falling back, choking a moan.
His tongue pulls out of me and drags up to press hard against my clit.
I try not to think about how, just a few days ago, he was the last to touch me there, or about what happened after. But the pain of that moment mixes with the utter pleasure of this one, a dangerous concoction that raises the stakes.
His tongue drags away from my clit, and it’s hard not to whimper, not to beg for him to put it back.
But no sooner as I miss the feel of him on my clit, two fingers ram inside me.
There isn’t a single breath of air left in me to beg.
“Ohhhhh.”
“Shhhh. I’ve got you, Luna,” he murmurs against me, sending vibrations through the core of my being. “This is my pussy now. And I’m going to take care of you.”
Pumping his fingers in and out of me, the sound of my wetness should embarrass me, but it just enhances my senses. He’s barely touched me and I already sound like I’ve been wet and waiting for him for days.
Maybe because I have, even after everything that happened.
I still wanted him, still wanted more of him.
Wanted him to make me come like he did against his front door that night.
