Page 72 of Diamond Kisses

I didn’t look past her to the Masters watching.

I didn’t care we were the show.

It was just us.

Her and me.

And fuck, I needed that.

Neededher.

To stay strong. Stay fighting.

I fought the tether keeping my arms shackled above my head.

Her sapphire-black hair hung over her shoulders, longer than when we first met. Her silver negligée reminded me of the stars twinkling free in the night sky. The stars she said she flew amongst when she refused to watch Victor rape her.

Ily…

I bared my teeth, trying to chew through the gag.

Why didn’t she speak?

What’s wrong?

With a strained smile, she leaned forward and reached behind my head.

I shifted for her, my heart galloping as she undid my gag and tossed it onto the discarded hoods.

The moment my mouth was free, I went to speak—

She kissed me.

Her sweet lips crashed on mine. Her tongue slipped inside, and the world ended.

I returned her kiss.

I meant to kiss her back with devotion.

Instead, I lost myself and fed her violence.

I opened wide.

I licked her deeply.

I snarled as she matched me, heat for heat, pain for pain.

In a single heartbeat, an innocent kiss turned into biting, tongue-knotting passion, and I couldn’t stop.

Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding onto me as her hips rocked and mine surged upward.

We strained against each other.

We slipped into the primal rhythm of sex, but it was the kiss that blew my fucking mind.

Just like our first real kiss the night before Emerald Bruises, this one destroyed everything else.

All I tasted was her, smelled was her, felt washer.

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