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She closed the distance between them in two quick steps and kissed him again.
This time, he didn't pull away.
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It was supposed to be a distraction.
Luisa crushed her lips against Vex's, fist clenched so hard against his shirt that it almost hurt. The expensive fabric bunched between her knuckles, silk threads catching on her fingernails as panic and desperation drove her forward. She just needed to stop his questions about Tallyer, needed to redirect his attention anywhere else.
But then his hands seized her waist with startling power, and every ridge of his knuckles pressed through the silk of her dress as he hauled her against his body. His mouth consumed hers, tongue plunging deep with a groan that she felt all the way to her core.
Her knees gave out. He held her upright like it was nothing.
The kiss spiraled beyond her control. What was meant to be distraction became hungry and desperate, her body responding with an intensity that made her head spin. His taste flooded her senses.
She'd kissed men before, but it had never felt like she might die if they stopped.
He spun her around, and the wall was cold against her spine. His forearm caged her beside her temple, muscles rigid as granite.
His other hand tilted her chin up, rough thumb grinding over her swollen lower lip. Hot breath ghosted across her ear.
"You're playing with my fire."
His voice liquefied the resistance in her thighs, and she hooked her legs around his hip to keep herself upright.
Oh fuck. Mistake. Now she was more open to him than ever.
Grazing teeth along her jaw, he made his way to her neck, licking where her pulse thumped frantically. When his fingers found her zipper between her shoulder blades, a sharp tear rent the air. Cool air licked across her exposed back, her hips, finally her breasts.
Her nipples puckered, painfully tight.
Heat flooded through her veins. The silk fell all around her, and she perched on him in nothing but the emerald necklace he'd given her and a scrap of lace.
Vex's gaze raked over her like a dragon looking at his treasure. His large hand lifted one breast, calluses scraping across her delicate skin before he took the peak into his mouth. Sucking hard, tongue swirling. The suction pulled fire from her ribs straight to her belly.
She was drowning in sensation.
Then he was on his knees, fingers hooking into her underwear and dragging them down her thighs. Cool air pricked at her damp heat. He flicked his eyes up to her as his thumbs parted her slick folds.
It felt almost powerful to have him on his knees before her.
"Look at you," he growled, voice thick like velvet over gravel.
Powerful? Not a bit. He was the one who'd taken control here.
The way he looked at her made her forget how to breathe. Like she was something precious and filthy at the same time, something to be worshipped and devoured. She throbbed with an ache that wouldn’t let up, empty and desperate for his touch.
His broad tongue stroked straight up her slit, collecting her wetness. Her sharp gasp echoed in the room.
Then firm strokes circling her swollen center. Each pass made her nerve endings sizzle. She ground involuntarily against his tongue, any pretense of control completely gone.
She buried her fingers in his thick hair, holding him against her as he worked her with his mouth. His tongue was clever and single-minded, finding every spot that made her moan. The sounds she was making should have embarrassed her, but she was beyond caring. Soft cries and breathless pleas fell from her lips as he built the pressure inside her higher.
Suddenly, he sealed his lips around her. The ache intensified, coiling deep in her core. Two thick fingers slid inside her easily, curling upward and scraping against that spot that made her see stars.
When he sped up the circles of his tongue while finger-fucking her hard and deep, she came blinding fast. Her whole body twisted, and she could hear herself screaming as she spasmed around his knuckles.
The climax stole her breath and sanity. Every muscle in her body went rigid as pleasure crashed through her. She'd come before, but never like this. Never with the feeling that she might actually shatter into pieces and never find them all again.
