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“I would love nothing more,” I whispered, closing the distance between us to brush my lower lip against hers briefly before pulling away. “What do you have in mind for me?”
“A fashion show?” Her hips swayed as she sauntered towards the dressing room, the unpleasantness of our argument slowly fading away.“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Darling, I would love nothing more.”
With a slow smile, Jade snagged the red slip and brought it with her into the dressing room. While I waited, I lounged in the velvet settee, wondering how I had found myself precisely where I wanted to be. Even though she claimed to only want my body, I knew the truth.
She, too, could see the dazzling future that could be between us if we let down our walls and joined forces against the tyrants in our lives, and she was scared to death of it.
But I could be patient.
I had waited nearly a century to find my mate, and I wouldn’t rush her now.
“Are you ready?” she asked, breaking through my thoughts.
The dressing room door opened, and everything around me became unfocused except for Jade. Her dark chocolate hair hung around her face, the long strands flowing past the swell of her breasts, pushed together in the structured baby doll top. Beneath the wispy lace, she wore the matching thong, the sumptuous curves of her ass reflected from the mirror hanging on the door.
As she strutted to stand between my legs, I took in the ridiculous shoes and felt my cock harden painfully within my trousers.
A confident smirk played on her bee-stung lips, but I could see in her stiff posture and the way she draped her hair modestly that she was more nervous than she let on.
“Gods, you are lovely,” I breathed, feeling quite overcome. “Exquisite. The most beautiful female I have ever beheld.”
She played with the small black bows along her neckline before she straddled my waist, slightly clumsily falling into my lap. “I highly doubt that.”
My hands gripped her hips tightly, feeling the dips and curves I had dreamed of touching for months, but I speared her with a dark look. “Are you going to pretend you’re not the most stunning witch I’ve ever seen? After all the foolish creatures in New Orleans trail after you like desperate pups, hungry for any sliver of attention from you.”
She flushed nearly the same shade of scarlet as the lingerie.
“I think you’re confusing me with my sister.” She twined her fingers through the gaping material of my shirt and started unbuttoning. “It’s not that I don’t realize I’m a beautiful woman, but you’ve been alive for nearly a century. Been with countless females.”
She didn’t understand. How could she?I may have spent my long life losing myself in nameless conquests, but no one would ever compare to her. She was my guiding star, my due north. I would have Jade, or I would have no one.
Instead of trying to convince her of my desire, I showed her.
Leaning towards the cleavage, pushed tauntingly close to my lips, I breathed, “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” She inhaled sharply and nodded her head, her need matching my own. “Please touch me, Alexei.”
I didn’t make either of us wait any longer.
My lips ghosted over the center of her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeats for a moment before my hands and lips wandered. The silk beneath my fingertips felt luxurious, but nowhere near as soft as her skin. I peeled away the cups covering her full breasts and stared at her rosy nipples, peaked with arousal.
“You will be the death of me. I’m sure of it, darling,” I said throatily before capturing one nipple between my lips.
She threw her head back, her sharp moan loud in the quiet shop, as her hips writhed in my lap.
“Ah, ah. Not yet, you impatient vixen.”
I strayed her movements with my hands, sucking her nipple and laving it with my tongue before moving to the other. Her hips flared into curves and valleys I wanted to grasp as she rode me, but I knew if she continued her movements, I would finish before she even touched me.
After giving her breasts equal attention, I leaned back and stared at my work. A pleased smile spread as I noticed the cherry-red need spreading across her chest and returned to her left breast to torture her further.
She whimpered as she fought my control over her hips.
“Please, please, please,” she whispered in a litany of need.
When I bit down on her nipple without breaking the skin, she screeched, managing a full glide along my tented trousers before I could stop her.
