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His words were a confession, and I moved to help him as he pushed my robe from my shoulders. He immediately cupped my breasts, kneading them softly under his palms as I watched him, arching into his touch, pressing wantonly forward.

“I could torture you,” he murmured softly. “Make you want me until you’re as half-crazed with it as you make me feel.”

I laughed at the sudden rush of power his words gifted me. “I make you crazy?”

“Fuck, yes.” He lapped his tongue over my nipple, watching it harden beneath the wet fabric of my bra. “You make me so crazy,” he murmured. “So hard…” He fisted his cock through his pants as if to demonstrate and groaned before letting his hand drop away. “Fuck. So ready.”

My body throbbed with awareness of him, and I wriggled, grinding teasingly against him as I reached between us to release his button and zipper, setting his cock free.

I was so greedy for him, touching that soft, hot skin with my fingertips and taking the hard shaft in my hand, smoothing up in a hesitant stroke.

He rolled his hips, burying his face against my hair, his breathing coming in spurts against my ear. “Never wanted anything more.”

“Nothing?”

He drew back, a half grin tilting one corner of his mouth. “Well, I might currently be thankful you’re wearing a robe today. Remind me that you never need clothes ever again. Just more robes.”

As he spoke, he skimmed his hand up my right thigh, and I caught my breath on an inhale, my top teeth pressed softly to my lower lip.

Part of me wanted to stop him because even now, the intimate touch was almost overwhelming. The rest of me wanted to spread my legs wide and guide his hand to touch me where I needed it most. I giggled.

“You okay?” His hand stilled.

I nodded. “I just really want you touch me. I don’t think I can wait.” I still gripped his cock in my hand, fluttering light touches over it to make him spasm and to hear strange gasps emerge from him.

“What do you want, Nic?”

When he groaned this time, it rumbled through his chest. “All of you.” He moved, the fabric swishing as he changed how he sat and his grip on me.

My panties were suddenly a scrap of material in his hand, and he tucked them into his pocket. Like he was starting a collection or something.

Cool air hit my clit, and I shivered. His fingers trailed forward, stroking me then doubling back, the same way I teased him with lazy strokes. He kissed the edge of my jaw, teasing me there too, with soft nibbles of his flat, straight teeth.

I bent my neck and pulled my hair over my shoulder, my invitation unspoken as his eyes bled to the dull red I’d come to associate with heightened emotion. Currently, it was desire, lust, want.

“What do you want, Nic?” I asked him again as he circled his finger around my clit, my voice breathy, my words a little broken.

“All of you,” he repeated, his voice strained now too, as I stroked him with greater urgency.

I wasn’t playing now, wasn’t teasing, and I leaned to kiss him then paused as I just touched his mouth with mine.

“Bite me,” I whispered, and a sound of need worked through his chest, vibrating against me.

My arousal increased and his nostrils flared as he groaned again.

“Your scent…” His hands were on my waist, and he lifted me, positioning me over him and holding my waist as I gripped his cock and nudged it against my entrance.

I wriggled, taking him inside me, and he sucked in a breath as I rose back up then down, allowing my body the time to accommodate him. I breathed out a long breath as he filled me. Part relief, part satisfaction. All was right in my world as Nic and I joined, although I almost laughed at the flowery, romantic thought that we’d somehow become one.

I just couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, or anything I’d rather be doing. Only one thing could possibly improve this moment.

I bared my neck again, and Nic’s voice emerged as a growl.

“Tease.”

I moved gently up and down on him, easing his cock in and out of my body as his fingers still worked over my clit, stroking the delicate bundle of nerves. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. “I want you to bite me, though.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you kidding? It feels amazing.” I lowered my voice on the last sentence. “You make me feel amazing.” I almost swooned thinking about it.

Instead of replying, he picked up the pace, not waiting for me to move against him, setting the rhythm and taking control, his finger pressing against my clit, stroking it, thrumming it, until my control started to loosen, my body threatening to fragment.

“Leia.”

I looked into his eyes at the urgency of his voice, and he revealed a hint of fang as my body began to tighten around him. I nodded then his mouth was at my neck, his fangs piercing my skin as my orgasm crashed through me, washing away all of my thoughts, and drawing me to a place of ecstasy and tightened muscles as I splintered around him to the beat of him drawing the blood from my vein.

As my breathing steadied, the only sound left in the room was Nic’s gentle sucking, the only sensations the tug on my skin and echo of the way my body had pulsed around him.

Then he drew away, arched his back, and a guttural groan emerged from his throat as he thrust his hips one last time and shuddered against me. I smoothed my hand over his back before he dipped his head and his tongue slid over the sensitive skin on my neck.