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Adrenaline-laced blood pumps through my body, pooling in the most unusual of places as he holds my pulse in his hands.
“Now. You didn’t let my friend touch you earlier. Are you opposed to me touching you?”
“No,” I manage.
I can’t explain why or how I’m so attracted to someone who won’t show himself to me, but I’m overwhelmed by it.
It’s as if he’s the idea of what I could have, the unattainable romance I’ve been chasing all my life. The man who won’t lay a hand on me in anger because he doesn’t exist to do so, which is ignorant; he’s right here.
He’s real.
“Close your eyes, calamity.”
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TASTE OF THE DIVINE
LUCIEN
Her eyes are closed as I lead her back to the bed. Her hands drop to the black silk duvet.
“Will you ever let me see you?” Her breathing intensifies as I grasp either side of her sweatpants, tugging them slowly down to reveal the lace panties beneath them, in the color jade.
“You don’t want to see me, calamity.”
“I do. So much.”
She steps out of her pants, and I shove them aside.
“Your perception will alter, my imagery ruined from the moment you lay eyes on me.”
“I’m not that shallow,” she says, and I almost believe her.
But I’ve believed others.
“It’s easier this way.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, and she mewls, her hands tightening on the duvet.
“May I?” I ask, my fingers curled over the edges of her panties.
She nods, biting her bottom lip.
Her eyes squeeze tighter, as if she’s fighting the urge to open them.
“If you look, it all goes away,” I tell her, gently helping her out of her panties, leaving me face to face with her bare, plump center.
“I won’t look.”
I grin. “You’re very agreeable when there’s a reward in it for you.”
Breath stutters out of her as I trail the tip of my index finger over her slit.
She parts her legs without instruction, and her scent slams into me, calling me forward.
My tongue wastes no time, curving over her, bumping against her swollen clit.
Sera leans back against the bed, her knees shaking against my shoulders.
I tease her entrance. My fingers circle there while my tongue works her over, and her moans grow from something soft to fierce and haunting.
