Page 86 of The Kiss Of Death
“Good, it means you’re close.” I tugged at her nipple. “Eyes. On. Me.”
I wanted to see her come and fall apart for me. I felt her legs clenching around me and her lips pinching shut. Her orgasm wrenched her apart, and I clamped my hand on her mouth to muffle her scream. She tried to push me out, but I continued stroking her clit for a few more seconds, her whole body clenching.
I pulled back from her and tasted her arousal on my finger. Fucking divine.
“Cover yourself.” I heard noises coming closer, probably from the bathroom, and I straightened my spine, standing on guard.
She hurried to readjust her dress at an insanely fast pace. Most people were drained after an orgasm, yet she was energized like she was on coke.
“I-I need to go see Yasmine and process what just happened.” She gestured back and forth between us, her cheeks flushed crimson, just the way I liked them. “Oh god, I—we’ll talk. Maybe. Someday.”
“You and I, or God and you? Because I don’t think God can help with—”
She waved her hands in every direction like a scarecrow, running away from me. “That was… We did… I—take care.”
My brows furrowed. “Take care?”
And then she was off, but not even in the right direction. I would have chased her if I didn’t need to kill that growing erection in my pants and the fact that she had left me even more frustrated than I already was. I always thought I was above sex. Clearly not. I was just as miserable as the next man.
I paced by the bathroom and resolved to deal with my inconvenience in peace. I opened the door to the male bathroom, only to see Kay and Sylas resolving their issues by fucking.
“For fuck’s sake.” I closed the door at the sight of them, groaning in frustration.
“Five minutes!” Kay’s voice echoed.
“Ten,” the other asshole replied.
“Wait, maybe ten!”
I was the only frustrated fool here.
Me: Happy birthday.
After spending the past half hour typing and erasing a birthday message to Levi, I finally pressed send. I was still processing whatever happened last night and how I ran away from him like an idiot. I had let him touch me, and it was… exhilarating. I wanted to do it again. With him. I was into him. I was sick. I needed holy water.
Someone knocked on my door, and I flinched. “Coming,” I grumbled.
Yasmine groaned in complaint from under the blanket, cuddling with Baron. It was a public holiday, which meant a reading day for Yas, and not even the end of the world would interrupt her plans.
I pulled the door open, only to spot Levi dressed in a black wool overcoat, black leather gloves, and a black turtleneck.Black suits him. It makes the stormy gray of his eyes pop.Stupid, stupid thoughts.
“Come on a date with me,” he deadpanned, waving at Yasmine and Baron, neither liking the intrusion.
I blinked twice. “What?”
“It’s not a request, Dalia. You owe me a date. Otherwise, what would be the point of having a birthday?”
“Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you get to dictate to me what to do,” my mouth said while my brain wastrying to figure out why he was asking me on a date? Even if he certainly didn’t ask. “Asking would be nice by the way.”
“Be glad I didn’taskyou for a blow job instead. I’m beingnice.”
“Levi!” I screamed, turning to Yas, who could hear that but was too deep in her book to care. “We definitely don’t share the same definition of nice.”
He tilted his head to the side as if he didn’t understand. “Why would you refuse a date?”
“I didn’t say I refuse, but I’d like you to pretend that my response matters to you.”
“Of course it matters.” He took a step forward. “But we’re together now, and couplesenjoygoing on dates.”
