Page 133 of Salvation

“Stop,” I giggled back. “I’ve never hit someone this much until I met Dante!”

“It was the little run and jump to make sure you hit his face for me,” Vienna cackled. I was too pissed to reply, the alcohol making my words slurred. I leaned my head on his shoulder, downing another mouthful of the cocktail concoction, leaning into Vienna to stop me from swaying on my barstool.

However, Vienna must have moved at the same time as I did, and before I knew it, I was on my back on the floor.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath through the tears of laughter, and when I opened them again, all I saw was Vienna’s stupid beard dangling down into my face.

“Whatcha doing down there, Rachel?” He grinned at me, not bothering to offer any help.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” I snickered, and then latched onto his beard with both hands, attempting to pull myself up.

Vienna flew forward, grabbing at the barstools to steady himself. Unfortunately, the alcohol had impaired his reflexes,and he stumbled on his feet, almost doing the splits in his attempt to stay upright.

“You look like fucking Road Runner!” I spluttered, pushing myself up with one hand, but still pulling at his beard with the other. “Beep, beep!” I said once I was on my feet, imitating Road Runner’s catchphrase.

He grabbed at my waist as he righted himself, and it was then that I noticed how close our bodies were, and just how tightly he was holding me.

I swallowed heavily and went to step away. However, the second I did so, Vienna stepped closer, preventing me from leaving.

His eyes dilated, and electricity flew through my skin wherever he was touching me.

“What—” I began, only to find that my throat was suddenly too dry to talk. I swallowed again and brought my tongue out to wet my lips, seeing that Vienna’s eyes were focused on my mouth, watching my every move.

I don’t know who made the next move. I don’t know who started it and who reciprocated, and I’m not sure entirely how it happened, but the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine, and my hands were clutching at his cut, pulling him closer.

Vienna’s hands slipped to my ass, hauling me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we stumbled backwards, crashing into one of the booths, sending the lamp on top crashing to the floor.

I bit at his lips, sliding my tongue along his. He pushed his hands under my top, stroking along my bare back, leaving molten fire in his wake.

He bit my lips in return, pulling a moan from my throat and I thrust forward, pulling his hair in painful grasps between my gripped fingers. He stumbled backwards as I pressed against him, and we crashed into the opposite wall. Vienna’s breath lefthis lungs in a huff with the force of our movements, his hand coming up from the neckline of my shirt and grasping the back of my neck. He squeezed it before grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, moving his head to suck and bite along my collarbone and up my neck to the bottom of my ear.

“Fuck,” I whispered, and then we were on the move again.

Vienna spun us around, lowering his hands back to my ass, pressing me against his hard cock as he sent us crashing into the wall near the bar. My hands moved to his shoulders, roaming over his muscular arms before I shoved his leather cut down his arms. He raised his knee slightly, holding my body weight between that and his body that was pressed tight against mine, and shrugged out of the cut, throwing it to the other side of the room.

I expected his hands to go back to my ass, but instead he gripped my arms and brought them over my head, pinning them against the wall. He gathered my wrists in one hand, and his other hand came to my tits, squeezing them roughly.

We deepened the kiss, both of us biting at each other that I wasn’t even sure that we were actually kissing anymore. We weredevouringeach other.

My breaths came in ragged pants as he pushed my top up with one hand and ran his tongue along the swollen curves of my tits that spilled out of my bra.

I arched my back, pressing my body further into him. I ground my hips, pressing the swell of his cock against my throbbing pussy, moaning out loud at the feeling of my clothes rubbing against me.

His mouth came back to mine, his facial hair scratching my cheeks, but I didn’t care. I welcomed the pain, opening my mouth to his tongue, my pussy clenching as it stroked along my own.

We were both frantic, pawing at each other, a strange desperation taking over us that neither one of us understood. He released my hands, and I immediately slid them between our bodies, going for the button on his trousers.

And then there was a bang outside. A bang that had us both jumping, stumbling to the side until we crashed into the bar. Pint glasses tumbled from the shelves, raining down on us, and Vienna spun us quickly, wrapping his arm around my head at the same time, pushing me into his chest to shield me from the glass.

We listened in stunned silence as pint glass after pint glass shattered onto the floor.

A laugh bubbled up my throat, and I raised my head, daring a quick glance at Vienna to see he was also fighting his laughter. As soon as our eyes locked, we let loose, laughing until we were crying. When I finally calmed, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead against his.

“What the fuck are we doing?” I murmured, rubbing my nose against his.

“Something stupid,” he agreed, gently lowering me to the floor. “You know Dante can never find out about this?” He said quietly.

My stomach flipped at the mention of Dante.

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