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I was already expecting to feel his sharp claws on my neck when a soft tearing sound broke the silence of the forest.

Startled, I looked down at myself, where Kieran was slowly parting my hoodie in the middle with the claw of his index finger.

I gasped and looked up, meeting his glowing eyes. That dominant smirk was still on his lips.

“Still so cheeky?”

He chuckled.

I clenched my hands into fists behind my back as he reached the hem of the hoodie with his claw and opened it completely, as if it were a jacket.

The cool wind blew through the fabric, blowing it aside, creeping over my goose bumps and revealing the black lace bra.

Heat crept up my cheeks, shot into my core. My heart pounded like a heavy stone.

Kieran stared at my bra as if he hadn't expected a woman to have boobs. He seemed... thrown off balance.

All the anger in my stomach evaporated when I discovered something else in his gaze.

Hunger.

The heat in my core intensified the longer he stared.

“Damn...” he growled, but the wind almost swallowed it.

I sucked in my breath.

My curiosity about what he would do next was stronger than my desire to get out of here.

He raised his index finger and placed his claw on the thin fabric band in the middle that held the cups of my bra together.

My nipples automatically hardened.

I knew what would happen next, but instead of resisting, I stood still, waiting with growing adrenaline for him to finally do it.

My bra ripped in the middle and slid away on both sides, revealing my full tits.

A rush of lust whipped through my body, hungry for more. More with a guy I should have stayed away from.

I couldn't think clearly, didn't even try to figure out if this was right or wrong, smart or infinitely stupid. Instead, I watched the way Kieran's hungry gaze slid along the curves of my tits, the way his hand twitched as if he wanted to touch me, the way he hesitated.

“Why do you damn bloodsuckers have such deceptively beautiful bodies?” he murmured, his gaze darkening to a point where it only aroused me further.

His hand disappeared behind my back and I felt the ropes loosening.

I didn’t even have time to jump back, let alone want to.

The reason he had loosened the restraints was not because he wanted to let me go, no.

He touched my shoulders with both hands, without taking his eyes off my boobs.

His skin was warm, sliding roughly over my soft skin, stroking the leather jacket and the remains of my hoodie over my shoulders to further expose my upper body.

He looked up, searching my gaze as his hands moved across my skin.

They approached my nipples, circling them carefully with his pointed Senseque nails, which scraped sharply across my sensitive, throbbing skin.

A desperate sigh escaped me.