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Promises in the Dark

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by Ashley Elizabeth

“More,” she begs so softly as if afraid to ask for what she really desires.

And how could I ever refuse her?

I plunge my finger inside, knuckle deep, curving the pad against her walls as my tongue thrashes against her swollen clit.

She moans louder, her sweet sounds echoing across the field, her body shuddering beautifully beneath me.

I add a second finger, and she gasps, her thighs widening on their own, welcoming me inside as I repeatedly thrust in and out in a rhythm her body rocks to.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I move my fingers to her clit, rubbing in a circular motion as my tongue dives inside her.

“Alex, I’m so…” She twists her fingers around my hair, her thighs quivering around my head as she rides my tongue with no remorse. “I’m going to…”

“Come for me,” I command as I continue my assault, my eyes glancing up to watch as she unravels into a state of ecstasy.

“Alex,” she screams out as the orgasm takes over her, working its way up from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. A rosy flush covers her skin, her eyes closing, her lips parting.

Fucking Christ, she is a sight I want to remember forever.

I don’t stop, not until I’ve pulled every last ounce of pleasure from her body. Even then I give one more lick up her center, enjoying her taste too goddamn much to stop.

Her body relaxes against the grass, her chest steadily rising up and down. She opens her eyes, her gaze connecting with mine.

I kiss the spot right below her belly button. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she responds, a shy smile growing on her face.

I inch my way up her body and press a soft kiss to her lips. Pulling back, I look down at her. “Are you okay?”

She rubs her temple, her smile falling. “No.”

Panic consumes me. Maybe that was too fast for her. Too much. Maybe—

“Because I’m never going to be able to look at your mouth the same way again after knowing what it’s capable of.” The corners of her lips slowly rise.

“You little—” I roll her over so she’s on top of me, her hands landing on my chest as she laughs. The gun digs into my lower back, but I disregard the pain as her bare pussy rubs over my cock currently too constrained by my damn pants.

“So.” She drags her finger across the opening of my shirt, right over my collarbone. “What was your plan if I didn’t get the five shots?” She arches a playful brow.

I laugh. “Oh, we weren’t leaving here today until I gave you an orgasm. Even if that meant I had to make the damn shots for you.” She laughs, and I grip her hips, rolling her onto her back so I’m hovering over her. Her legs wrap around my torso, her hips pressing into me. She lifts her head, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I know there’s no way she doesn’t feel my length hardening between her legs, but she doesn’t seem scared. If anything…she seems curious.

My lips brush against hers, my fingers curling into her waist. “How do you feel about a second one?”

Chapter twenty-one

Charlotte

The doors to Red Eleven open before us, held by two burly security guards. The Alaries’ exclusive nightclub caters only to the elite—those wealthy enough to afford the six-figure annual membership fee and those powerful enough to receive an invitation. The Alarie men, plus Eli, escort us inside, leaving us hardly any space to breathe.

I’ve never been inside a nightclub before, so I’m not sure what to expect as my eyes travel around the room. Music pounds so loudly I can feel the bass vibrating through my bones. Servers weave through the crowd, carrying trays of expensive liquor to tables where men in designer suits lounge. People crowd the dance floor, swaying to the beat, while women dance inside gilded cages above us, their bodies mesmerizing the men below.

Unease grows as I take it all in.

Then Alex’s hand settles against the small of my back, his touch calming my racing heart.

“Good evening.” A sharply dressed man approaches, dipping his chin respectfully. “We have your section ready.” He turns, and we follow him up a sweeping staircase toward a secluded mezzanine overlooking the club.

The farther we climb, the quieter the music becomes, and the more intimate the space feels.