Page 45 of Veil of Death and Shadow

Right. Villette’s rules about humans. No sex.

“Where?” Because right now, I would follow him into the depths of hell if it meant he would ease the impossibly tight pressure building in my body right now.

His mouth curved into a soft smirk as he slid his finger into his mouth and sucked, considering.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Literally anywhere else.”

“Then take me.” My legs turned to Jello at the liquid heat in his eyes.

“I really shouldn’t—it,” his eyes darted down, his face unreadable when they locked on mine again. “It can only be once. Only tonight. That’s all I can give you, do you understand?”

“Okay.” I nodded, ignoring the sudden pressure tightening my chest. That was my rule, too, there was no reason tonight should be any different. “I get it, just once. Fine by me.”

His jaw muscles flexed.

“No strings, just sex,” I whispered, suddenly terrified he was going to change his mind, and leave me here in a puddle withouthim. I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care—right now, I was desperate. “Kieran, please.”

He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, then grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd.

I bit back my victorious grin, hardly even paying attention to where he was leading me, every ounce of my focus locked on where he touched me—on how fucking good it would feel when he was touching me where I needed him to be.

Cool air licked at the sweat on my neck.

We were outside, in an alley between Incendiary and whatever building was next to it. It was dark, I couldn’t see any signs.

He ran a hand roughly through his hair as he looked around, searching—probably for somewhere more private. Inside.

“Here,” I said, tugging on his hand.

“People might see.”

“Let them watch.”

He swore, then pressed me up against the wall, his hand loose against my throat as he searched my face. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

His mouth twisted into a small, sad smirk, a joke that my lust-addled brain was too preoccupied to follow.

Whatever it was he was looking for—desire, consent, demand—he found, because with a single nod, he dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands disappearing beneath my dress as his gaze held mine.

My breath stuttered in my chest at the arrogant teasing in his eyes.

With agonizing slowness, he slid my underwear down my legs.

I stepped out of it, my hands clasped on his shoulders for balance since I’d clearly lost all control over my body the moment he touched me.

He slid the black lace into his pocket, a cocky smirk carving across his face. “I’ll be taking these.”

Before I said anything, his head disappeared underneath the tulle, and I gasped when the heat of his lips found my clit.

“Fucking kill me now,” I hissed, my body sliding against the wall.

With his forearm pressed across my hips, he held me there.

And then he sucked me into his mouth, my entire body throbbing at the sensation.

We weren’t even in Incendiary anymore—the power of the place no longer in play—and I’d still never been so turned on in my life.

I clung to his hair, my body lost to the oncoming orgasm.

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