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The address is more formal than I first intend, but the moment feels way too weighted for more sarcasm. Worth it, if only to witness the swarthier desire that takes over Darian’s face.
And then his whole body.
Flexing with new movement, as he rises and plants one foot onto the couch beside me.
And ensures I get a really good close-up of that pre-come at his tip. Glistening and hovering just a few inches from my face. From my lips…
“Then show me how much you crave it,” he growls. “Lick…but don’t swallow. Keep your mouth open. Let me see it on your tongue.”
All the fireworks in my gaze have gone gold and red now. Gold because of his gaze, so hooded and entrancing, as I slowly open my mouth and extend my tongue. Red because that’s surely what color dominates my whole pussy now—especially as I gather his precious drop with the tenderest care.
I remain like that, hardly daring to breathe, wondering what he’s thinking. Raking my stare over the stark planes of his face as he cups a hand under mine and lifts it. He’s not a statue; there are things going on with his expression…perhaps too many. Like the dichotomy of this whole place, he’s a mix of brooding shadows but aggressive lines. He’s clearly turned on, but doesn’t seem happy about it.
And it’s not like I can ask him about any of it either.
Thankfully, he breaks our gridlock by pulling in a long breath. Even more thankfully, there are words along with his exhale.
“If my existence needed one memory, this would be the one.”
My reaction to that is a rush of…gratitude. A thousand pricks of thanks that I’m riveted in place like this, saved from having to pinpoint if he’s serious or kidding. Though honestly, if he’s either, I think I’m in trouble here.
Because this…he’s…it’s just really good.
Especially as he slides his hand up and around, to roll his middle two fingers along the center of my tongue. Mixing his essence with mine. Gathering me up along with him.
Okay, really good.
But even better, as he lowers back down and centers himself between my legs. Then takes his new lubricant and circles it around my intimate entrance. And then inside me…
So deep inside me with those damnably long fingers…
“Darian!” I cry out. Everything is on fire, in all the best ways. I constrict around him, bucking to feel more of his flesh inside mine.
“Quinn.” He twists his arm while adding a third finger, pumping into me like it’s already his cock doing the deed. But I know the difference. I know it and am throbbing with insane need because of it. “Holy fuck…darling Quinn.”
Doesn’t have to be anythingholy about it, buddy. Just do it…please.
I have no idea how my snarky side holds all that back. Maybe it’s because my heart rate is likely pushing 250. Or my my mind is too far gone to the seismic force that’s building between my legs…and the cataclysm I still crave.
So…
Damn…
Badly…
“Make me more than darling, okay?” I blurt out. “Enough with the pretty stuff. Do me dirty, Mr. Z. Right the hell now.”
Just in case that’s unclear, I reach down and yank his fingers away from my entrance. I shift my hold up to his wrist, pulling hard to bring down to me for a crush of our lips and tongues. We mesh like that, dousing each other’s taste buds with our essences, until our new position notches his hard slit against my pulsing one.
And here go the fireworks again. Crisscrossing my sights. Taking over my thoughts. Eclipsing everything but my need for him. My emptiness without him.
“Yes,” I rasp. “Yes…please!”
But the man is going for king of vexating tonight, on top of the other sexual trophies he’s been earning in my case. This is one that seriously needs to be scrapped.
“Querida. Are you sure?”
I’m holding fast despite the heart-halting endearment. The reticence has got to go. Even he looks mortified that he said it.
