Page 106 of Us Dark Few

Only pure abandon.

When his tongue brushed against her lips, her heart raced into the stratosphere. Khalani stood up on her toes, wanting—no,needing—more.

Takeshi placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her even closer—their bodies wedged together—as if they could fuse themselves into one person.

Takeshi started to walk her backward, his demanding lips glued to hers. Her back met the rubber bars, and he pulled his mouth away. She was about to protest when his tongue met her neck, right below her ear. Goosebumps raced up and down her spine as the warmth in her stomach burned hotter.

Khalani felt the scrape of Takeshi’s teeth as he bit down, not deep enough to wound, but the light sting sent her pulse racing.

His tongue stroked away the pain. A deep moan escaped her lips. The tendons in her neck eased their tension, and her head fell back as Takeshi continued to lick, bite, and suck, the strong muscles of his body molding against hers.

Nothing was supposed to feel that good.

Every nerve ending in Khalani’s body ignited with desire, and it felt like she would combust in his arms. Simply come apart at the seams.

But Takeshi was right there to pull her back together.

His tongue lowered to trail the lines of her collarbone, and her nails dug into his biceps as his hand gripped her thigh, securing her body to his.

“Captain Steele, come in,” a male voice rang from Takeshi’s back pocket.

Khalani frowned, lifting her head, but the heated look from Takeshi halted her movement.

“We’re ignoring that,” Takeshi grunted, kissing his way down her chest.

His lips were gentle and melodic, but he then centered his lips over her breast and sucked her nipple hard as if the fabric wasn’t even there. A whine left her throat, and her neck fell back, eyes connecting with the rising angels above her.

His hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place as he consumed her. Giving her a taste of heaven.

“Captain Steele.”

Takeshi’s other hand slid to her backside, and he pulled her even closer as if he wanted to fasten her to him and never let go.

“Captain Steele, do you read me?”

Takeshi growled against the fabric.Looking like he wanted to commit murder, he released his possessive grip, and snatched the walkie from his back pocket.

“What?!” he yelled, and the person on the end of the line hesitated.

“S-sorry, sir. We know you like to work out alone at this time, but the Warden is requesting your presence in his office.”

She stiffened, giving him a wide-eyed look, and Takeshi muttered a curse.

“Can’t it wait?” he demanded.

“I don’t think so, Captain. The Warden was very insistent we call you to meet him right now,” the guard stammered.

Takeshi’s brows were pulled incredibly low as he turned off the walkie. “Fuck.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Their chests rose rapidly, reluctant to let go of one another. As if the second they did, prison would steal that moment too, destined to be forgotten and dismembered.

“You have to go?” she asked, her lips swollen.

“We both do,” his tone was virulent, like he would rather bar the door shut, preventing anyone from entering. But they both knew that couldn’t happen. His position wouldn’t let him.

She nodded solemnly, releasing her vicelike grip on his shirt and straightening. The loss of that connection already made her chest feel like it was being punctured with knives, but Khalani didn’t dare show it.

“I understand,” she said, trying to remain impassive when all she wanted was to ask him to stay with her. Maybe nothing had changed between them. But her insides were twisted and knotted together. Her lips tingled, as if her body was trying to hold onto the memory of his touch.

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