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VANE
“More... please, Vane, more,” she moans, the sound echoing through the room.
I press her firmly against the raised platform, savoring the way her back arches. Her submission is intoxicating—more potent than any drug we've ever moved through our warehouses.
“Deeper. Don't stop,” she begs, her head falling back in ecstasy.
There's no fear in her voice—only raw, desperate hunger that matches my own. I've imagined this moment countless times during our years apart, but reality is infinitely sweeter. She's completely surrendered to me, to this game, trembling with arousal as I move the blade lower, leaving delicate cuts across her chest.
I lean down, my tongue collecting the metallic essence of her blood. Her taste—copper and salt and something uniquely Lia—sends a surge of possessiveness through me. She cries out in pleasure, hands straining against the restraints that keep her exactly where I want her.
This is what I've been waiting for since the moment she fled Ravenwood. Every calculated move I've made involving her was all to bring her back to me. To this moment of perfect surrender.
“Please,” she gasps, desperation evident in her voice, “I need?—”
“I know what you need,” I interrupt, my voice low and dangerous as I position the blade against her inner thigh.
The knife's edge dances along her skin, leaving a trail of red as I create my masterpiece on her body. I admire how she trembles but doesn't pull away, her eyes locked on mine, watching me with equal parts fear and arousal.
I move the blade lower, tracing the crease where her thigh meets her hip. When I press slightly harder, creating a shallow cut mere inches from her pussy, Lia gasps. Her body jerks against the restraints.
“Easy, wildflower,” I murmur, setting the knife aside. “I've only just started with you.”
I lower my head, my tongue following the crimson line I've created. The metallic tang of her blood mingles with the salt of her sweat, creating a flavor that's uniquely hers. I lap at the shallow cut, sealing it with my tongue.
Lia whimpers above me, her hips lifting toward my mouth in a silent plea.
“Desperate already?” I taunt, my breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. “You're still so responsive to me after all this time.”
Without warning, I dip lower, my tongue parting her folds in one long, deliberate stroke. Lia cries out, her entire body tensing as I feast on her. She's already soaked, her arousal coating my tongue as I explore every inch of her.
“Vane,” she gasps, her voice breaking as I suck her clit between my lips. “Oh god?—”
I grip her thighs harder, spreading her wider as I devour her. Each flick of my tongue draws another desperate sound from her throat, each moan fueling my determination to make her fall apart completely.
Her thighs begin to tremble against my shoulders, her breathing growing ragged. I can feel her getting close, her body tightening in that familiar way I've never forgotten, even after all these years.
I pull back suddenly, leaving her on the edge, her chest heaving and eyes wild with need.
“Please,” she begs, straining against the leather. “Don't stop.”
I press my face back between her thighs, determined to drive her past the edge of control. My tongue circles her clit before flattening against it, applying the perfect pressure that makes her writhe against my mouth. Her taste is fucking addictive—sweet and tangy and undeniably Lia.
“You're gonna come for me,” I growl against her pussy, the vibrations making her gasp. “Fifteen years I've waited to taste you like this again.”
Her thighs clamp around my head as I suck her clit between my lips, and I feel the precise moment when she shatters. Her back arches off the platform, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she pulses against my tongue.
I don't stop, drinking in every drop of her release until she's trembling, oversensitive, and breathless.
“Look at you,” I murmur, rising to hover over her flushed body. “Fucking exquisite when you fall apart for me. No one else gets to see you like this—desperate and marked and mine.”
I move up her body, capturing a nipple between my lips. The way she squirms beneath me, still sensitive from her orgasm, makes my cock throb painfully against my leather pants.
“Your body keeps no secrets from me,” I observe, following the path I've marked upon her terrain. “Even oceans and years couldn't rewrite what's engraved between us.”
I alternate between her breasts, sucking hard enough to leave marks, then soothing the sting with gentle flicks of my tongue. I lick patterns across her stomach, dipping into her navel, tasting the salt of her skin.
