Page 30 of Piece By Piece

Infuriating.

I crash my lips to hers, nearly toppling us both with the force. Luckily, she manages to hold her own against me and pushes back, tugging at my hair in warning. All it makes me want to do is hold her impossibly tighter.

I was right, kissing her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Her scent, her warm skin, those soft lips, they all have my body burning up. I adjust our position, keeping one hand on her face while my other arm snakes around her waist to pull her close. We’re not dancing anymore. We’re barely moving at all.

Still, our chests are both heaving. So much so that I can feel her heart pounding againstmy pecs.

“Shit, what did I promise you again?” she breathes against my lips when I let her pull away a little. I just shake my head.

“Don’t pull away. I’m not ready for this to end. We said one kiss,” I mutter, keeping my eyes closed. People are still dancing around us and the music is still blaring. Both of those things disappeared when I had Aliena’s lips on mine and both of them are slowly registering again. I don’t want them to register. I want to stay in this bubble with Aliena for a little longer, where only we and our chemistry exist.

She gives my lips the softest of pecks. “Always,” she whispers as she pulls back. Then she gives me another one. “So.” Another kiss. “Fucking.” One more. “Bossy,” she finishes with one more kiss.

I don’t let her pull away again, deepening the kiss instead by softly scraping my teeth against her lips. Her reaction to that is a soft moan, one so similar to those that have been haunting me in my dreams that I’m about ready to snap.

“Make that sound again and I’ll fuck you up against the closest wall. Don’t test me,” I warn her.

“Don’t tempt me,” she retorts, bringing her lips back to mine with a soft sigh. That reaction is almost as bad as if she moaned my name. Fuck, I’m way too attuned to her.

“That’s even worse,” I groan.

“Mhm, am I making you ache?” she teases me while I know she feels how hard I am for her.

“You fucking know you are,” I bite back. Just because she’s the vixen she is, she has to rub her tummy against me once more.

My eyes close more firmly.

“Poor baby. Such a shame you made me promise that I won’t take care of you upstairs,” she goes on, still moving.

“You are a demon,” I mutter. “A fucking succubus.”

When she speaks again, her lips are brushing against mine. “You love it.”

Then she kisses me again, though she never stops moving against me and my aching erection. She doesn’t stop when I tighten my hold on her hips because I can’t decide if the pleasure is torture or heaven. She also doesn’t stop when I pull away, breathing heavily, and whisper, “What are you doing to me?”

“Trying to make you come, currently,” she replies without missing a beat. I’d laugh at that if only I wasn’t afraid that that was exactly what this was leading to.

“You can’t,” I tell her, sounding pained to my own ears.

“Try me,” she retorts but I shake my head.

“I don’t doubt your abilities, Aliena. Everything but that. But you can’t. There are people around,” I try to reason.

“And all they see is just another horny couple that can’t keep their hands to themselves. We’re just kissing, after all,” she says, her movement undeterred. And that’s when the familiar tingle at the base of my spine starts to register and I start to worry that I truly am about to come from just making out. Like a pre-teen. God.

“You’re horrible,” I tell her, then feel her smile against my lips.

“Tell me to stop,” she challenges.

“Please, don’t,” I say instead, my breathing growing harsher by the second.

She hums gently. I can feel the sound reverberate from her chest. “Are you close, Sebastian?” she asks.

“Too fucking close considering you’re not even touching me,” I grit. She laughs again and the sound almostfeels too precious to be part of this moment. It’s enough to momentarily question what I’m doing right now.

When my hand tightens on Aliena’s waist this time, it’s enough to stop her movements. I pull away enough to look into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when I don’t say anything for a few seconds.

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