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He lets his hand trail down the side of my face, his fingers brushing my cheek, his thumb sliding over my lower lip.
“More than one Remi…”
His hand moves down my body, cupping my breast. He seizes my nipple and tugs, a brief reminder with an accompanying flood of heat.
“Have you ever wanted something you didn’t think you wanted?”
His hand slips lower still, into my underwear, his fingers sliding between my pussy lips.
“Have you ever done something you didn’t think you would do?”
He kisses me roughly, wetly, the kind of kissing I didn’t think I liked, but his mouth tastes so good…
His fingers rub hard against my clit as his tongue plunges my mouth. He figured out what works a minute ago and now he presses his fingers unerringly against the softest, spongiest, most aching place.
“Who’s responsible?” he says, his lips damp and full and warm against mine. “Who’s in charge when you’re out of control?”
My body is throbbing, blood pounding through my brain.
“I—I don’t know. Nobody, I guess.”
Dane laughs softly. “If only that were true.”
He licks my mouth, and then he licks the taste of me off his own lips.
“You taste like honey. And this…” He rubs his tongue against the ring through my lower lip. “I like this…”
He sucks my lip into his mouth and nibbles it gently while his fingers sweep big, warm, melting strokes across my clit.
The sensation builds like a war drum.
I’m tired of careening blind through the storm.
I want power, I want change, I want wind in my sails…
I look up at him and kiss him once, softly, with my eyes open.
“Do you really think you could hypnotize me?”
He cups my face between his hands and looks into my eyes like he can see the whole universe inside my head, close enough to touch.
“Let’s find out.”
* * *
We sit facingeach other on the same sofa, legs loosely crossed.
“Hold out your hands, palms to the ceiling, and close your eyes,” Dane instructs.
I hold out my hands, fingers slightly cupped, with my lashes resting lightly on my cheeks. Just closing my eyes around Dane feels like an act of trust.
His fingertips come to rest on the insides of my arms, just below the elbows.
“Take a deep breath…” he says, “…and let it out.”
As I exhale, his fingers slide down my forearms and all the way across my palms to the ends of my fingertips. The motion is smooth and tactile, timed to my breath.
“Breathe in…” he says, “…and out….”
