Текст книги "Take Me"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Chapter7
It didn’t take long for things to go wrong. They didn’t just go a little wrong, they went weird wrong. All of this happened within thirty minutes of the concert starting. Of course the night couldn’t have gone naturally. Nothing had been right since she met Dominic Blackmoore.
Hell, it wasn’t weird so much as bat-shit crazy.
Things like this did not happen. They certainly didn’t happen to Felicity Shaw. A lowly vampire whose mother who didn’t talk to her anymore, whose father she never knew, and whose best friend was human. And yet, even being ordinary enough to lie on her résumé to get a job—which she’d read online that almost everyone did—she had never seen anything so crazy in all her life as she did once the concert started. Not once her in one hundred and eighteen vampire years. Judging by Beth’s astonished expression, neither did she.
It had everything to do with Lucas Blackmoore.
The night started normal enough. Beth and Felicity arrived at the theater. Beth bought a cheap glass of wine from a vendor then an old woman showed them to their row using a small flashlight to indicate their seats. By the time the curtain went up and the lights dimmed for the show, not a seat stood empty. Felicity’s ears already hurt from all the screaming.
The Lucas Blackmoore Band consisted of a bassist, lead electric played by Lucas himself, a rhythm guitarist, and a drummer. They were all good looking in their own rights but Lucas sold the show. The fact that he seemed to be the real deal with talent to boot only made him more of an icon. Or so Beth had explained to her.
Announcers introduced the band over the speakers and then Lucas strolled out from behind a golden curtain grinning a grin that made the audience scream like sixteen-year-old girls at a Justin Bieber concert. He wore low-slung, thread-barren jeans with patches around the knees and a vintage rock t-shirt with his band’s name on it. He headed to the microphone. His hand curled around the it and just like that his grin died. His eyes flashed for a second charging with an amber glow which usually only happened when a vampire was aroused or really angry. Or when they were feeling any emotion supercharged.
Vampires didn’t exactly go around flashing their strangeness. Most of them preferred not to reveal their nature except to trusted friends or loved ones. Some were a bit more flamboyant with it and even used it to get famous. Right now in front of a massive screaming crowd for all to see Lucas Blackmoore just revealed his true nature to those who hadn’t known. To those who already knew, well, he just gave them a flash at his true nature.
And the women went wild.
Of course.
Felicity almost rolled her eyes.
The crowd ran out of their seats, some trying to charge onto the stage. The screams nearly tore off the roof. Surely people all the way across the city could hear the noise level. Guards poured down the stairs on either side of the stage to keep back them back.
“Is it always like this?” Felicity asked Beth.
Beth grinned, her eyes alight with excitement. “Sometimes, but that’s usually after he starts singing. Did you see his eyes flash like that? I’ve never see that before.”
“Yeah, I saw it.” Felicity didn’t grin back. Disquiet sat in her stomach like a lead weight.
As the rest of the band sauntered on stage behind Lucas, Beth stiffened in her seat. Her hands clasped onto Felicity’s and shook her, hard.
“What is it?”
Felicity took in Beth’s frozen stare and followed it up to Lucas Blackmoore. That look on his face reminded her of Dominic. The look held a mixture of hunger, anger, and frustration. It was Dom’s look. The hungry one that said he had already stripped her naked with his eyes and now counted the many different ways he could fuck her. Lucas Blackmoore had that same look trained right on Beth, glowing amber eyes and all.
“Um, Beth, is this normal?”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “He’s looking at me.”
“That he is. I take it this isn’t normal.”
Lucas blinked and then, slowly, as if he didn’t want to, he tore his gaze away from Beth. Even after their set started—a husky melody with a jump-up-and down beat–Beth still didn’t release her white-knuckled grip on Felicity.
“Honey, you can let me go now.”
Beth’s hand started trembling. Felicity turned to her in the dark, crowded room. Everyone was standing, jumping and singing with gleeful faces, but now that the music had started the crowd had calmed some. They knew all the words to his songs. They stood swaying, hands raised in the air like they were praying to God and sang along. Everyone did this except for her and Beth.
Beth looked at her and the look in her eyes reminded her of that desperate, scared look from earlier.
“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice a dry whisper.
“What do you mean? It’s just a concert.” Except not even she believed that after seeing Lucas in full-on vampire mode staring at Beth. His strange response went beyond an odd reaction for a vampire to have to someone. He was older too, so there was no reason he should not have been able to control any emotions he’d been feeling.
Beth shook her head looking about to have a panic attack. “I have to get out of here!” Frantic, Beth snatched her purse then raced down the aisle, shoving past dancing bodies in her wake.
Felicity sat there stunned for a long moment, trying to comprehend Beth’s overreaction. But what happened next knocked her from baffled straight into what-the-fuckery.
Lucas stopped singing.
In the middle of the song with his band still playing the notes, he just stopped singing.
What. The. Fuck.
The crowd stopped singing along with him. The band members looked at one another with the same confused glances not sure whether to continue playing or not.
All the while, Lucas’ gaze stayed locked on Beth’s retreating back.
The room grew hushed, confused.
Then the microphone hit the ground. The cacophony bang made everyone wince. Lucas leapt off the stage landing in a crouch. His eyes glowed amber and then he was gone in a blur, the door to the theater swinging in his wake.
Felicity stared at the swinging door for a frozen second before racing after them. Felicity pushed her way through the bodies of wild fans and pulled her cellphone out as she burst through the front of the theater. She searched up and down the streets for any sign of Beth. Nope. Not a sign of either of them. She inhaled trying to catch Beth’s perfume but she got nothing.
Felicity did something she hadn’t thought she’d have to do. She phoned Dominic.
He answered on the second ring. “Felicity.” He sounded a little surprised and very pleased. God, she liked that.
“There’s a problem. I think Lucas just ran off with my friend.”
She could hear him tense. “I’ll be right there.”
“What? No—”
Click.
Felicity ground her jaw. He’d hung up on her twice. Not cool. As she waited outside of the theater where irate fans bitched and moaned as they filed out of the theater, she dialed Beth’s cell every other minute. Beth didn’t answer so she left voicemails instead, each one getting angrier and angrier.
She didn’t wait long. Not even twenty minutes passed before a sleek black BMW pulled up. Traffic from the concert kept the curb gridlocked. The BMW stopped in the middle of the street without a care. The second they stopped the back door flung open and Dominic Blackmoore knifed his tall body out of the car. His brows were drawn low, his lips flat, and eyes spitting mad.
He looked hot as hell.
Well he did until he latched on to her arm and pulled her caveman-style to the car. Felicity dug her feet in but in her leather boots with the tall heel that didn’t work too well.
“Hey, excuse me! Let me go!” She put her strength into it and pulled but he didn’t budge. He shoved her into the car and she quickly scooted over before he sat on her.
Breathing hard she glared at him and hissed, “What is the matter with you?”
“Drive,” he ordered.
A man in the front seat nodded then pulled away. They moved slowly with the traffic and Felicity saw red. No one had ever grabbed her like that, pulled her around like some...some child. She also wasn’t one to keep her mouth shut.
She cut her eyes to him. “If you ever touch me like that again—” She didn’t get to finish.
One second she’d been about to rail into him and the next he had his arm around her waist, her body pulled into his lap, and his lips almost touching hers. Her breath caught, hands curled into his suit jacket right at his shoulders. They were touching. Chest to chest, lips so close she’d barely have to move to feel his lips again. Her body tingled; warmth blossomed inside her.
His eyes grew heavy with the look. Like he wanted her right here, right now. Only her, forever.
She could have swooned. His arm tightened around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She smelled the leather of the seats and him. All him. Suddenly, she remembered the taste of his blood. That one little drop she tasted that almost made her come.
“Let me go,” she said weakly. She did not want him to let her go. She wanted him to press them even closer and put his mouth on hers. Hell she was already panting. He spread her thighs across one of his muscled ones. It took all her willpower not to push against his thigh and get some kind of relief.
His brows relaxed, the corner of a lip turned up, and the look still blazed in his eyes as he wrapped a finger around one of her curls. “I like this on you.”
“Like what?”
Do try not to sound so breathless, she scolded herself.
His eyes traced over her hair then down her shirt and jeans. “You, like this. You don’t need some little dress to make me want you. I just do.”
Her heart melted, but with it came the bitter reminder—Julianna. “Dominic—”
“I want you to call me Dom,” he said, his voice dark and low.
She looked up at the ceiling of the car. Dom, she liked that. A lot. “Dom, we can’t do this...”
His hand flatted on her lower back, fingers spreading wide and shooting sparks of heat throughout her body. She wanted that hand lower, on her body, skin to skin, between her legs, making her sweat and pant until she screamed.
He cupped her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing at her bottom lip. Something in his eyes darkened, and then he pushed his thumb past her lips until it met her tongue. She couldn’t keep herself in check. He presented her with too much temptation. She swiped her tongue against him, closing her lips around him in a wet vise.
A look of supreme satisfaction beamed in his eyes. Then he hooked his hand in her hair and tried to pull her mouth down to his. She struggled, pushing back against the hand. She tried to think of Julianna and that fact that in a matter of four weeks he’d be bonded to another.
His eyes flickered with amusement before he exerted just a tad more pressure and then their lips met.
Melting...she was melting. Her thoughts faded, her body took over.
His lips were firm and clever. He nipped at her, spread her lips wide with his tongue, then stroked inside her mouth. She quivered until her toes curled in her boots.
“Dom,” she breathed.
He groaned. The hand in her hair tightened and he crushed her mouth against his. He devoured her, sucking her tongue and taking her body to a place that ran on sensations only he produced. Nothing had ever felt like this, had ever been like this until Dom. He made her feel like this—reckless, wild, beyond sense. She wanted to lose herself in him, to explore every inch of him.
He rocked the thigh between her legs rubbing her needy core in a teasing caress. Felicity broke away on a moan and threw herself back onto her side of the car.
Dom breathed in long pulls, his eyes glittering with lust, their aroused scents permeating the air. “Come back here,” he growled.
She shook her head.
His eyes narrowed.
Then the car pulled to a stop and the driver announced, “We’ve arrived.”
Dom glared at her as if she’d orchestrated the driver’s timeliness. Then he knifed out of the car. A second later her door flung open and he grabbed her hand, once again pulling her along like an irate child.
She pulled on her hand and when he showed no signs of slowing down, she dug her nails into his hand. He glanced at her sharply, then flicked an annoyed gaze at their hands before shaking his head.
“Seriously, we need to talk. Something strange happened—”
“Quiet,” he said, another order.
He pulled her into an elevator inside his big office building. In sharp tall letters the floor said Blackmoore Enterprises. He’d brought her to his big office. Not the one in his home. Her stomach didn’t like this and it rolled with trepidation.
As soon as the elevator doors dinged closed, she got in his face.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she hissed. Okay, she wasn’t quite in his face seeing as she was too short but she neared his chin in these boots.
His eyes brightened actually freaking brightened with the amber glow of vampire. It made her stomach flip-flop and she hated that too.
“I’m a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.”
“What does that have to do with this? Your brother did something to my friend and I called you for a little help.”
If he were a cockier man he might have shrugged and grinned at her, but not Dom. No, instead he gave her the look while both arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into him. God she wished it didn’t feel good.
“About that, we need to talk in private about the situation with Luc so I brought you here. I also wanted to kiss you in the car, so I did that. Basically, I get what I want.” His eyes flipped away then came back to hers. “Usually.”
“Now what does that mean?”
She wanted to smack herself in the forehead. She should not be getting to know Dom Blackmoore. She should not be taking an interest in him, and she should really not like the way he made her feel all warm, safe, and beautiful when he held her.
He smiled down at her. A smile filled with mysteries. The elevator doors binged open. “Come.”
He took her hand and led her down a series of hallways. They turned left then right then right again and left finally. She tried to keep track of it all but all the walls were white, the carpet never changed and nothing adorned any of the walls. It was the least decorated building office she’d ever seen.
Then they came upon two very stylish doors. They were arched, black and had a gold colored lever on each door. The doors didn’t need a name on it to know that someone distinguished used the room behind it. Anyone could figure that out just by looking at it.
Pulling a key from his pants pocket, he opened the door then led her inside.
The room struck her, rooting her in place. Dom even stopped walking and simply held her hand as she looked around.
His office was completely unexpected. After seeing the mere size of the building, then the ominous black doors, to come in and see...a rather normal looking office didn’t fit. It looked like someone gave a designer the wrong room to design. This did not look like an office for a distinguished, possible president of the immortal council; it looked more like something she’d have in her own house.
“Is this like a fake office?”
He peered at her, confused before looking around the room as if trying to figure out why she’d say such a thing. “What do you mean?”
“Is there like a secret door behind one of the bookshelves that leads to your real office?”
He smiled, the look transforming his face into something that should be painted.
“No, I assure you this is my real office. What did you expect?”
Felicity tried tugging her hand out of his but he didn’t release her. Pretending she wasn’t having a tug-o-war match over her hand she said, “I guess something more lavish like your home.”
Dom’s office was very much just a large, albeit nice, office. Two windows, tinted and covered with blinds and heavy dark drapes stood behind a large wooden desk. The kind of desk that had to was built in this office because no one could carry that beast through the halls. Two black leather chairs faced the desk. A leather sofa rested against a wall, wooden bookshelves stood against another, and a bathroom adjoined the left wall next to a small bar below which, she recognized, had a blood warming oven.
“I’m sorry it doesn’t impress you. Perhaps after this endeavor I can hire you to redecorate it.”
Her eyes shot to his. “Oh, no. It’s perfect really,” she said a little too fast.
He took a step towards her. “Does the idea of seeing me not please you, Felicity Shaw?”
She gulped at the dangerous look in his eyes. He wasn’t giving her the look now. He was just plain pissed off.
“Listen, why don’t we talk about why I called?”
His lip curled with sarcasm. “Yes, why don’t we.” He took a seat on the corner of his desk, crossed his arms and watched her. “What happened at the concert?”
“Is your brother crazy?”
“Of my brothers, I’d say Luc is the least crazy, why?”
Felicity cocked her head as she tried to figure out the best way to explain this. “See, the concert started and he came out, right.” She waited for him to say something but he just blinked at her. God he had nice eyes. “Well, he came out then his eyes started to glow.” Still he blinked. “The crowd was screaming and going crazy and all the while he had his eyes locked on Beth. Now Beth’s a hardcore fan of LBB. She goes to most of his concerts, listens to his music everywhere, and all that. But when he looked at her he got all weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Well, his eyes started glowing, then she got uncomfortable. She is mortal and aside from a few occasions where I’ve been royally pissed off enough for my eyes to glow I don’t think she’s ever seen that.” She paused to give him room to speak, but he didn’t. Felicity sighed, frustrated, and then took a seat on the leather sofa against the wall—the one furthest from him.
“Then what happened?” he said.
“He started singing a song, but halfway through it Beth just bugged out. She started getting all frantic and weird. It was weird. My girl is always calm and collected, but she looked shaken up. Then she ran out of the theater.”
Dom stood then walked across the room to her. Felicity quickly looked at the space next to her and knew he was going to sit there. Thinking quickly, she stood just as he neared. His lip curled at her. A small smile that gentled his face.
“Running from me?”
Yes. “No.”
Maybe she should have stayed sitting. Now they stood only a few feet apart and she knew how talented he was at pulling her close in a flash.
“Finish your story.” His voice sounded darker but maybe her ears were playing tricks on her. “How do you know he wasn’t looking at something else? His concerts always sell out. It could have been anyone.”
“Maybe that would be true if after he saw her leave the theater, he didn’t drop his microphone in the middle of the song, leap off the stage, and run after her.”
Dom’s smile fell flat, and then in the next second he was at his phone on the desk.
“Vas, no, listen to me.” He paused and Felicity watched as his shoulders tightened, his eyes flashed with anger at the poor soul on the other end of the line. “It’s about, Luc. Whatever you have doing or whoever you’re doing can fucking wait.” Her eyebrows rose high. She’d never heard him cuss.
Quit acting like you know him, Felicity.
“Luc took off with a human tonight in the middle of a concert. I need you to get Grayson and find her. Find them both.” He paused and let out a long breath. “I don’t care what the fuck you’re doing right now. This is a family matter. Just fuckin’ do it, Vas.” He slammed the phone down making Felicity nearly jump out of her skin.
The air in the room so thick she could cut it.
He was breathing hard, leaning over his desk as if the weight of the world had sunk his shoulders low. Felicity crossed the room before she could stop herself. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to help. Somehow this situation felt like it was her fault and seeing the strong and powerful Dom look fatigued didn’t sit well with her. She wanted to do whatever it took to make him feel better—it was like a craving inside her screaming at her to do it. What the heck was wrong with her? She barely knew him. Heck she knew more about how he kissed than anything else. She should not be doing this.
But I can’t stop myself.
She stopped beside him, her hand held tentatively above his back, trembling. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and touched his back. She could feel his tremendous heat through his jacket. If they were skin to skin, he might burn her. Wanting to calm him down, she tried talking. Talking could usually calm her down. Of course if the conversation went in the wrong direction then she could also end up even more pissed than when she started.
“Who’s Vas?” She kept things light and simple.
“My brother.”
Well didn’t that just peak her interest. “I didn’t know you had another brother.”
He smiled a cruel smile as he turned to look at her. “My father loved my mother just not enough to keep from fucking other women. Vasilius is only a year younger than me. He and Luc are almost the same age. Grayson was born a month after me. All different mothers.”
Felicity winced. That meant that he’d impregnated the mothers all near the same time.
“My father loved his dalliances. He said it kept him alive. Obviously that didn’t work out.”
She sucked in a breath at that. His father had only died a mere two months ago and he spoke so bitterly about it. Felicity wondered what his relationship was like with his father. From what she’d read in V-Society, she’d always assumed it was pretty standard. A political businessman who raised son that would take his place when he died. The Blackmoores always seemed professional and content. Obviously, dark waters lingered under that bridge.
Felicity struggled to find something to say. She realized her hand was still on his back when he stiffened, his body slowly curling to a stand before her. Breathing became a challenge. She could smell his pleasant, male scent. Could hear his steady breathing.
“I want you, Felicity.”
Gulp.
The air in the room suddenly grew hot as a sauna. “I should really be going.” Her voice croaked. Yet, she didn’t try to move. His eyes had captured hers and like a deer in the headlights, she stood and waited for him to make his move.
“I don’t think you want to go. I think you want to stay here with me.” Slowly, he moved in closer to her, pushing her thighs back against the lip of his desk. His grabbed the desk on either side of her waist, trapping her. “You feel it as much as I do. Maybe even more.” He tipped his head down near her neck. She stiffened waiting for the touch, but it never came. Waves of heat thrummed through her starting in her core and shooting outward.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His eyes flew up to hers, darkening with anger. “Don’t lie to me, Felicity. Don’t ever lie to me.”
She quivered, this time with a lick of fear. “Okay,” she said softly.
His eyes turned hungry again with that look and his eyes hooded as they trailed down over her breasts to the tops of her jeans as if he was picturing pulling open the button and tugging down her zipper right now.
Or maybe that was her own fantasy she was picturing.
God, why was it so hot in here? A bead of sweat pulled at the nape of her neck and slid down the curve of her spine.
“I’m going to tell you something and I want you to listen closely, you hear me?”
Felicity only nodded as he leaned in closer. His hand came up to fist her hair. God she loved it when he did that. He tugged hard enough to make her breath hitch, her pulse race. Such a dominant gesture. All he’d have to do was yank her head to the side and he could sink his fangs into her neck.
At the thought a soft, moan escaped her.
His nostrils flared then he dug his hips into her hard. The steel erection pulsed against her a threat of what she could have. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth then slowly dragged them across her cheek towards her ear in a barely there touch that still managed to torture her.
At her ear, his voice dipped to a whisper. “I’m going to get inside of you. I haven’t had a woman in a long time and the next time I come, it’ll be inside you with you wrapped around my cock like a fist, Felicity.”
Oh god. “Why me?” She was Felicity Shaw. She was a dammed nobody who had to lie to get a job.
He laughed savagely and his hips pumped against hers in a rocking motion created to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. When he spoke his voice was so low it vibrated along her nerve endings. “Because from the moment I saw you, I knew. I knew you were perfect for me. Everything about you drew me to you like a moth to light. I’m going to have you Felicity...many, many times. I want you on your knees so I can watch your sweet ass as I pound into you. I want you to ride me so I can see your tits jiggling in my face, and I want you on your back so I can claim you like I’ve wanted to from the moment I saw you. I want your pussy. I want your mouth, Felicity. And I’m going to have it.”
Felicity couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even think.
Ho-ly. Shit.
He wanted that from her and he meant it. He’d meant every single word of it. Just his words made her ache, made her body melt into his touch and her eyes darken with need. What would happen if he actually touched her? She might actually explode if he touched her right now.
“And before you leave this office I’m going to give you two choices. You can give me some of what I want right now or you can let me keep touching you.” The hand in her hair kept hold of her while the other moved to grip her hip in a possessive touch. His thumb rubbed up and down along the skin of her hipbone.
Her head fell to the side, breaths escaping in ragged gasps. His eyes flashed and then he groaned deep in his chest as his fingers deftly opened the top button of her jeans.
She couldn’t even hear the hiss of the zipper over her loud breaths.
The man wasted no time.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to touch you. You’re going to be perfect. I just know it.” She shivered from head to toe in anticipation. His fingers flattened against her stomach then slowly slid down. He found the cotton of her panties and slipped under the material. His fingers curled in her thatch of hair.
Breathing heavy, he sucked at the skin of her neck. The action pulled her already tender nipples into throbbing, aching points. Like a bow she arched her back for him, needing more.
“Dom,” she said, breathless.
Her thighs parted for him, giving him more room to put his big hand in her tight jeans. His tongue licked at her, sucked at her as his fingers so slowly slid across her wet flesh to cup her.
A hard shiver raced down her spine. He cupped her like a man claiming his possession. A man who was saying this is mine.
And she fucking loved it. Every single fiery second of it.
Sharp fangs grazed her neck and she mewled. “Please,” she begged.
Hot breaths panted against her neck. “What do you want?”
He knew. He knew she wanted him to bite her, to take from her in such an intimate way. The bite of blood from one vampire to another was considered almost as intimate as sex. And she wanted him to so badly she quaked for it.
His fingers petted her. “Tell me what you want, sweets.”
He wanted her to ask him for it. She released her death grip on the desk to wrap her hands around his shoulders, holding on to him for dear life. “I can’t.”
He buried his face in her neck, groaning as his fingers parted her wet lips, found her slick bead and circled it. He knew exactly how to touch her. Exactly what to do to make her come apart, and she did right there in his arms.
Hands curling into his jacket, she screamed his name as hard shivers raced through her and liquid heat burst inside her. Dom worked her faster, prolonging the peak, and then slowing her down with nothing but his fingertips.
“Fucking drenched my fingers,” he said with pride. He breathed as if he too had just come. His tongue licked up her neck again, and then he crushed her lips with a kiss.
He didn’t stop touching her. His slick fingers roamed her folds, grazed her sensitive bud, and then as he filled her mouth with his tongue as his fingers thrust inside her.
He swallowed her needy moan. That’s what she needed. To be filled. He pumped his fingers inside her. She’d never felt so possessed.
She was in his clutches, literally. His hand still holding her head where he wanted it, and now his fingers rocking inside of her mimicking what she knew he’d give her if she only asked.
The monotone beep, beep, beep at his desk brought her back to the real world.
Dom tugged on her hair until her foggy eyes met his. Then he kissed her hard and leaned over her to pick the phone. He answered with his fingers still pumping inside her.
“Dominic,” he answered. His voice was hoarse.
His fingers worked her faster making her breath catch and her hands curl into his jacket.
He watched her. Watched the pleasure drench her features with the look of a starving wolf.
“Yeah, good,” he said to the caller.
Did the caller not hear how different his voice sounded? How laced with passion it was?
“Make sure she gets home all right? Yeah, I’ll take care of it.”
Fingers pumped, filled, curled. It’d been so long since someone touched her like that. She couldn’t keep it from coming. She’d sooner be able to keep the sun from rising than stem the explosion about to happen. A slow eruption took place in her body. Dom slammed the phone back in the cradle just as it took place. His fingers moved harder, faster. His eyes raked over her face with the hungriest look she’d ever seen and then he kissed her. His tongue filled her mouth as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain ripped through her, stealing her breath and making her dizzy. She came apart in his arms a shuddering, trembling mess. His lips caught her cries, swallowed them.
Two orgasms. He’d given her two orgasms with just his hand.
Slowly, he broke the kiss but his lips kept returning to hers as if he didn’t want it to stop kissing her. Or maybe it was her fault because each time he lifted his head, she found his lips again, tasting and kissing him with her hand buried in his soft hair.
