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I didn’t need to be told twice.

I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, my hands resting on the full curves of her ass as I pulled her into me, my tongue delving between her teeth to invade and take. To steal what I could before she came to her senses and slapped me again.

If I had to take a slap everytime she kissed me, it was a price worth paying.

I stole her breath in my lungs, tasting the sweetness of her until I could drown in it. There was the lingering taste of absinthe on her lips. Green, and vibrant.

Still, then, it wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough, when her skin was flush with mine, her sweet core hot against the zipper of my trousers, as she straddled me, causing friction between the parts of us that were desperate to join.

She pried her lips from mine, but I couldn’t let her go. My hand was in her hair in a flash, fisting her rough curls, and twisting it into a rope around my palm. Around the wound I had made for an oath.

“I’m not done,” I groaned, as I delved into her mouth again.

I would cover her in my blood, if I could. Mark her as blood of my blood, as my wife, my family, my fucking soul. I longed for the handfast that would scar my palm, diagonal, from pinky to thumb, declaring me a taken man. A man who belonged to a woman.

We would be bound, a silk wrapping around us as our wounds joined together. We’d make vows of eternity. I’d vow that her pain would be my pain. Her needs would be my needs.

Her oaths would become mine.

She whimpered, but I wouldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t let her make space between us. She’d need to do more than slap me, if she wanted this to end.

Because it will never end.

Black is the color of my true love's hair, and I would burn the world to make sure that she was mine until my last breath.

She turned her head, pulling her lips from mine.

“I have to go to work,” she groaned, before she turned back to me, resuming our lip lock. Then she pulled away again. “I have to… oh!”

I jutted my hips up, letting my hard cock behind my zipper rub against the sweet apex between her lovely thighs. The place where heaven would be. That was where all my dreams would come true.

I wasn’t a fool. I knew I had to let her go. I knew she wouldn’t want to take the day off to spend time with her boss.

Beyond that, I had to go to the airport to pick up Dairo.

The world was rudely intruding into my brief taste of heaven.

I put my forehead against her throat, my nose resting in the space at her sternum. Her scent invaded my lungs. Musky, earthy, aroused and sweet. It reminded me of a garden in spring.

“When will I see you next?” I said through the lump in my throat. “Don’t make me beg, my darling muse. Don’t be so cruel as to leave me uncertain.”

I looped up at her hazy, unfocused eyes. She was as affected as I was.

“I have an exhibition tonight at Gallery Four. Maybe you can come after? Would that… would that be okay?”

Oh, how sweet that uncertainty was to my ears. Her hard no was turning into tentative yes.

She would love me one day, with the same fire and passion as I did her. I could see that as clear as day.

Chapter fifteen

Blink, And You’ll Miss It

Kira

Icouldn’t get that kiss out of my mind. It was more than a kiss.

We had made out like two teenagers, morning breath and all! I was appalled.

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