Page 178 of Dance of Ruin

He doesn’t say a word, and neither do I. When I reach him, he draws me into his arms and kisses me like the world’s ending.

“I thought you were sneaking in halfway through,” I whisper as I pull back, breathless and grinning, my lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“I thought sneaking inherebeforehand would be much more fun.”

I tuck my head into his chest for a second, just breathing in his leather, smoke and darkness.

Over the speaker system, the stage manager gives the thirty-minute call.

I pull away reluctantly with a sigh. “I should warm up.”

Nico’s eyes flash.

“I think I can help with that.”

Before I can say anything, his hand slides around my waist. Suddenly, I’m gasping as he lifts me, kicking the door shut behind him and walking us over to the vanity.

His mouth crashes to mine, hard and hungry, hands already sliding beneath the layers of tulle and mesh to undo the snaps at the gusset. I gasp as he lifts me up onto the vanity, scattering makeup brushes and compacts.

I whimper when he spins me around again, setting me down on my feet and roughly bending me over the vanity. A moan rips from my throat as I look up, the vanity bulbs haloing our reflection in soft gold.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my neck, his hand under my tutu. “You look like sin in feathers, ballerina.”

His hand cups my already slick pussy through my tights. I moan, lifting my hips to his palm.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already making such a fuckingmess,” he growls.

I whimper.

Then he slips his fingers into the waistband of my tights, yanking them down as I gasp eagerly.

“Nico…”

He pushes me farther over the vanity, gripping my ass in both hands and spreading me wide open.

“Watch yourself,” he says darkly. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

He drops to his knees behind me.

His breath ghosts over my inner thighs and I shudder, palms flat against the cool wood. My eyes flick to the mirror and the image of myself—bent over, black tulle and feathers fanned around me, smoky eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

And then his mouth is on me.

I gasp, my hips jolting as his tongue slides through my folds, slow at first—just enough to tease me and pull a whimper from my throat. He groans like I taste better than sin, hands bruising my thighs as he pulls me back against his face.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my sex. “I just want to exist right fucking here forever with my tongue in this pretty little pussy.”

His tongue swirls over my clit and I jerk and buck, grabbing the edge of the vanity like it’s the only thing anchoring me to Earth.

“Eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch yourself when I make this little pussy come all over my tongue.”

I force myself to look.

It’s obscene.

My mouth is open, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling with every shattered breath. Nico’s tongue thrusts into me, fucking me against the vanity as I writhe on his mouth. His lips wrap around my swollen clit, sucking hard and batting the tip of his tongue over the aching bud until my thighs are literally shaking.

“You see that?” he growls into my skin. “That’s what it looks like when Iownyou.”

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