Page 166 of Scattered Glitter

I push the thought aside and let the music guide me onto the dance floor. The beat vibrates through my body, and I lose myself in the movement, letting the rhythm drown out everything else. But when a guy gets too close, his hands grazing my hips, something inside me snaps.

“Look, don’t touch,” I say sharply, my voice cutting through the music.

He chuckles, clearly not taking the hint. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s have some fun. Bathroom?”

“No.” The word leaves my mouth before I can even think about it. “I’m going home.”

I don’t stick around to see his reaction. Instead, I weave through the crowd and head for the door, already pulling up the rideshare app as I step outside.

My chest feels tight, my thoughts a whirlwind as I walk away from the club. This is what I do, what I’ve always done. So why does it suddenly feel... wrong?

A sensation like a whisper pulls me from sleep so gently it is almost as if it’s part of a dream. My body tenses, then melts, responding instinctively as awareness floods me with each rhythmic touch. My breath whooshes out, as I locate the source of the feeling, a warm mouth between my thighs, moving with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.

I’m lying on my stomach, the bathrobe I wore after my shower now bunched around my waist. My bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow from the streetlamps outside.

Another slow, velvety lick slides along my pussy, and my hips jerk in response.

“Oh my God.”

A low, rumbling chuckle wraps around me like a promise, pulling me fully awake with a rush.

Sylus.

The weight of him settled behind me is reassuring and possessive, his hands splayed on my thighs. He knows I’m awake now, knows I’m aware of every slick, reverent press ofhis lips, and careful sweep of his tongue as he leans in, unhurried, savoring every response he draws from me.

I arch my back and press into his face as a low, shuddering moan escapes me. His hands slide over my hips, keeping me stable while he takes his time. Each brush of his tongue against my skin draws out new waves of heat, and his ministrations are relentless.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he pauses, his warm breath fanning over me before he plants a slow, open-mouthed kiss on my inner thigh, suspending me in a haze of anticipation.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice roughened with desire, sending even more heat straight through me. “I couldn’t help myself when I found you splayed out for me like a feast.” He chuckles again, a sound that vibrates against me, and without another word, he dives back in, somehow both precise and languid.

I feel the faint scrape of stubble on his chin against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and the roughness contrasts beautifully with the softness of his tongue, working together to push me closer to the edge. A low moan slips from my lips once more, and I clutch the sheets beneath me as his hands grip my ass, spreading me as he deepens his attention. His tongue flicks against my clit, and I jolt at the renewed burst of pleasure. He does it again and again until I’m a writhing mess beneath him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Tension coils deep within me as he gives even more attention to my clit, circling, flicking, and I move against his face as I chase the release that’s just out of reach. “Please.”

Sylus growls, and the vibration of it sends shock waves through me, and I completely let myself go, lost in the sensation of his mouth. The room fills with the sound of my moans andthe wet, obscene noises of his tongue as pleasure courses through my veins like wildfire.

I’m so close,so fucking close,and he knows it.

“Sylus,” I whimper a desperate plea. “Please…don’t stop.”

He doesn’t, pushing me higher until I’m hanging on the edge, barely holding on. His tongue lashes against my clit with an intensity that leaves me breathless. And then, with a final, exquisite flick of his tongue, I’m sent tumbling over the edge.

My orgasm sweeps away all rational thought, leaving only raw, unfiltered pleasure in its wake. I cry out his name hoarsely as I ride out the high on his face, every nerve alive and tingling.

As the last tremors fade, I collapse onto the bed, limp and sated. Sylus crawls up the length of my body, then he grips my chin to tilt my head to the side and makes me look at him. When his eyes lock onto mine, untampered hunger burns in his gaze. His face glistens as a wicked grin spreads across his lips.

“Thank you for the late-night snack, baby,” he murmurs in a low rumble before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, which sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

His hard length presses against my thigh through his jeans as the heat of his body blankets mine before he rolls me onto my back. I surrender to him entirely, my limbs heavy from the remnants of my orgasm. His gaze locks onto mine again, and even in the dim light, I can see the silver gleam of his eyes, like a wolf hunting in the darkness, hungry and intense.

His breath comes in ragged pants, matching my own, as he hovers above me, his arms bracketing my head like a cageI don’t want to escape from. My hand trembles slightly as I trace the line of his jaw, the rough stubble scraping against my fingertips. The sensation sends a pulse of heat through me, making me clench around nothing, the ache between us almost unbearable.

His eyes flutter closed as he leans into my touch, a low groan vibrating in his chest. The sound pulls at something deep within me, stoking the fire that’s already burning out of control.

When his eyes open again, the hunger there is sharper, more consuming, and it steals my breath. It’s like looking into a mirror, the reflection of my own desire staring back at me, magnified by the intensity in his gaze.

My heart races, my body responding instinctively, arching slightly toward him. I want to speak, to say something that could capture this moment, this feeling, but my words are lost, tangled in the raw, electric charge between us.

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