After Midnight With Him

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a filthy refrain I couldn't sil

at I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. In any other circumstance, I would never have done this. No amount of alcohol, no depth of desperation, could have pushed me to my knees like this in real life. Even with Ethan-when h

This was a dream, and my

drink tonight. I was craving release. I needed to be touched, ruined, devoured-anything to forget the mess my waking life had becom

the room, heavy and commanding. The way he looked down at me made something deep in my belly clench hard-predator and prey, and I was willingly walking into his jaws. I had only ever seen

out before I could stop them

't let me

l. The moment my mouth brushed against the warm, taut skin just above his hip, he shifted. The movement was subtle, controlled, but it sent a jolt through me. Then, without

face with an intensity that made my thighs press together instinc

ld are

rom it, from the sudden clarity in his eyes, bu

self," he said. "A

-calm, authoritative, impossible to ignore. My skin

ty-th

s he exhaled. "Twenty-three," he muttered to himself, the words carrying a note of da

I didn't want to leave. Not yet. My body was alive in a way it hadn't been in years-every nerve singing, every inch of me aware of him. The hard planes of his c

. Instead, his gaze darkened, dropping to my lips, then lower. The air between us thickened, heavy with u

d always faked satisfaction just to spare his ego. This man was nothing like that. Even in a dream, I coul

ting. My breath caught. Heat flooded my cheeks and pooled lower, slick and insistent. I had ne

mirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "

I leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below his navel, tasting salt and skin and raw masc

ship, the long nights spent wondering what was wrong with me. Here, I wasn't the careful, composed Sophia Bennett who

. My heart stuttered with anticipation. Every second stretched, delicious and tortur

nse eyes that seemed to see straight through

this time around sinc