Page 77 of The Syndicater (Dark Verse 6)

Chapter 26

Lyla, Tenebrae City

She needed sex. Nota thought she'd ever thought she would think, not when sex had been a weapon of trauma through her life.

But things had changed. Sex was pleasurable now, potent, powerful.

Her body was burning up—both literally and figuratively. It was almost as though the heated touch of his gloved hand during the party had thrown up a previously lowered switch. Hours had passed, and this hunger, this mad, raving hunger inside her, had only festered and grown like a beast. Her skin tingled from the heat she could feel pulse through her entire body, each and every pulse throbbing ardently at the juncture of her thighs. Her breasts felt uncomfortable, heavier, each rasp of the dress against her hardnipples sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her aching core, molten lava pooling low in her belly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so wet without Dainn doing something. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt soempty, almost mindless, the need to be filled and taken so acute it almost hurt her.

She was in heat. There was no other way she could describe it.

Lyla closed the door to her suite and headed to the bathroom, needing to take a shower to cleanse herself and rid herself of this heat.

She closed the door behind her quietly, and switched the lights to low, casting the same warm, mellow glow around the lavish bathroom, the dark brown tiles and granite sink top gleaming in the soft light, the dark granite ledge around the tub cool against her heated palm. She stared at the tub, remembering all the times she'd tried to go under when she'd been alone, her memories of taking baths by herself not a good one, only made better with Dainn rewriting her trauma with her—bathtubs and masturbation, both things that she'd hated.

Maybe it was time to rewrite some of her own.

She filled the tub quickly, knowing if she had to do this by herself, she'd take her sweet time and not rush it. Not when she was going to masturbate for the first time in her life.

Cracking her neck, filling the water with bath salts he'd packed for her, Lyla stepped over the wide ledge and into the tub, her toes making contact with the warm water before her foot dipped in, followed by the rest of her body. She sank into the water, another gasp leaving her lips as the warmth tingled over her skin, teasing her between her legs, the water swirling around her heaving breasts. And she reveled in it, leaning her head back against the rim as the water rippled over her before slowly settling down.

Everything wassensation.She was utter sensation.

Gripping the edges of the tub, eyes closed, she let herself drown in them. The scent of the lime and somethingmusky combined in a heady sensation, reaching her as she took a deep breath. The water lapped over her nipples, like slow, soft,smoother caresses of his hands, pooling between her thighs and teasing her aroused little nub with warm, warm currents she felt through her whole body. Her toes tingled, feet arching slightly as she let herself bask in the sensory pleasure, the sound of her own heavy breathing mingling with the occasional sound of water at the edges of the tub, the only sounds in the huge bathroom.

She let her hands move away from the tub and drift into the water, the buoyancy tickling her palms as she kept her eyes closed.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she put her hands over her aching breasts, squeezing softly. A loud moan escaped her lips at the sudden amalgamation of relief and pleasure that shot through her, her nipples hard points against her palms, and she rubbed them wantonly, her neck arching along with her spine, seeking that relief. His hands always held her breasts firmly, sometimes with tenderness, sometimes with utter possession. Her thoughts lingered on the possessive grip now—the way he squeezed her breasts in his large, burned hands, tugging at the nipples with strong, sure fingers. Her actions matched her thoughts, pulling on her nipples with the same intensity, and a current of pure electricity shot straight to her core, her walls clenching madly.

Heart hammering as her breathing fastened, the sounds heavy in the room, her gasps and moans mixing together in a heady combination, she bit her lip, letting herself fantasize.

He bit too. On the tops of her breasts, he took the flesh between his teeth and just nipped, enough to send fire licking into her belly before flicking her nipple with his tongue. This way, then that. Her fingers moved in sync, playing with her sensitive breasts, her arousal a sharp ache in her core, her hunger gnawing in her belly.

Leaving one breast, she slowly trailed her hand over her wet skin; feeling the stomach, Lyla let herself linger on the soft skin. Like he lingered, with his calloused fingers catching overher skin, with his scruff rasping over it, with his teeth nipping his way down, with his tongue tasting every inch of her, god, he lingered. So much he drove her mad, left her a writhing, quivering mass of arousal, biting her hipbones and over her thighs, coming to a stop as he spread her legs.

She spread her legs, the water lapping against her heat, rising like steam inside her blood.

Lyla dipped a hand down over her inner thighs as the other tugged on her breast. He loved the softer skin of her inner thighs. He loved nipping at it, seeing it flush. He loved licking it with small strokes of his tongue, teasing her like that for minutes. And with that heat in his mismatched eyes. So much heat. In his eyes. In her blood. Everywhere.

She panted as she caressed the skin, so, so close to where she needed the relief but tormenting herself because that's how he drew it out, and he was there, right there, inside her head, tormenting her.

Her mouth opened as she breathed heavily, and slowly, finally, she touched her folds, parting them. She could see in her mind the way he watched her as he did it, see his own heavy breaths as he exposed her to his eyes, see the blaze in those before he dipped and tasted her.

Lyla moaned loudly, canting her hips up as her finger found her throbbing little nub, sending waves after waves of heat crashing through her body, her heart skittering and her pulse pounded in her ears, her body shaking, so, so sensitive she couldn't believe it.

Biting her lips, she opened her eyes.

And locked eyes with his intense ones.

She froze, her chest heaving, her finger on her clit as the other hand rested on her breast, eyes on him.

He sat there on the ledge, still dressed in his dark suit that he'd donned for the party, watching her with those intense eyes, his own breathing heavy.

How long had he been watching her? How had she not heard him come in?

She didn't care.

His eyes traveled the length of her body under the water, resting on where her hands were, before coming back to clash with her own.

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