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Yet one chaste kiss from Augustus blows my first time out of the park.
The softness escalates into greediness for more.
Never taking my gaze off his, I lick the seam of his mouth and he opens with a groan. The first shot of his taste derives a wild moan from the back of my throat. I swipe my tongue against his—a teasing flick—craving another hit. As if he’s desperate for the same, he tangles his tongue with mine, sucking hard.
Augustus comes undone, taking the lead, and I settle along for the ride. Cupping my face, his thumb brushes along my jaw tenderly but his kiss—it’s bruising and all-consuming. His reaction is everything I wanted from him.
Hungry.
Full of desperate need.
Raw and demanding.
Even our eyes lose the battle of staying open as we sink into the kiss. Stretching my mouth wide to push his tongue deeper, he claims it as his. Doesn’t even let up to gulp in air as if it’s secondary. I don’t even care if I die from this.
“Christ, Nessa! I thought the taste of your pussy was divine and addictive—” He growls, nipping my bottom lip harshly. “—but it’s nowhere near as sweet and drugging as your mouth.”
With a hungry noise, I yank him down to shut him up. He chuckles, which soon turns into a moan as I leave no corner of his mouth untouched. He bites; I pull his hair. He licks; I suck. Wet noises melt into the quietness of his room as we lose ourselves in each other.
“Ruined,” he grunts. “You’ve fucking ruined me for all women, little prey.”
A sense of ownership coils around me at the knowledge I’m the only one he’s kissed. That no woman will ever feel his lips or any other part of him.
Augustus Grayson—my monstrous shadow—belongs to me. I’ll kill anyone who dares to steal him.
I go feral as the possessive and violent thought keeps swirling in my head and I kiss him harder.
Flipping on his back, he takes me with him. Straddling his hips, I bend over him to keep our lips fused as I grind down on his rigid cock. He growls at my boldness when I deepen the kiss. He winds one hand around my hair and scratches his nails down my spine under my shirt with the other.
“Yes,” I mumble raggedly.
It’s him who yanks me back down and rolls his tongue with mine. The kiss turns messy and unhinged, like everything about us. I go dizzy, grinding and rubbing my pussy against his thickness.
With a power that shocks me, he tears his mouth away and ends the kiss.
Our harsh pants are all that can be heard in the room.
God, his lips are swollen and red as I take them in. I touch mine and they’re in the same condition. His laser-sharp gaze is drawn there. His thumb reaches out to trace over them and he pulls me down for another kiss.
A slow and romantic kiss.
“This was you stamping your claim on me, Nessa Davenport.”
CHAPTER – 49
Augustus
A naked Nessa strolls along the shelves in my walk-in closet.
A rule is a rule.
Every inch of her lithe body belongs to me and nothing will hinder my view of it. Especially not a stupid piece of clothing.
I have to adjust my dick—which is crying for relief since the life-altering kiss—when her raspy voice travels to me.
“I can’t believe you brought me to your house.” Her eyes meet mine in the full-length mirror. “What if Scarlett comes in here, or your mom?”
The last one causes trepidation to sneak into her expression. So, I quickly assuage her worry. “My mother is out of town and Scarlett can’t come in here.”
