Page 104 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“I’m not following you.” I search his eyes anxiously.

“All my secrets are about to become yours. Do you think you can handle that?”

“After enduring three days with Alistair, I can handle anything.” I cross my arms haughtily.

Jett snickers darkly. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes.” I laugh so I don’t cry.

“I know how much you hate him. But he’s the only one I could trust. I hoped Amber would be a buffer.”

I steal the wine glass and take a large sip of my own. “Lucky for you, she was.”

“My gamble paid off.”

“There’s something else I would like to come off.” I tug at his pants.

Jett clutches my face and tangles our tongues, trapping our mouths in a fiery embrace.

“I should tell you everything first,” he huffs between greedy breaths of air.

“Is Ellie safe?” I ask as we kiss.

“Yes.”

“Is Kayne safe?”

Another yes.

“Are we safe?” I pause to look to him.

“Yes. We’re safe.” He nods sternly.

“Then that’s all I need to know, for now.” I rip open the button to his dark jeans.

“Has your blind faith been renewed?” he asks as he briskly peels off my yoga shorts.

“Yes. You’re here.” I effortlessly pull off my scoop neck sweatshirt.

I’m naked on the counter in the middle of the kitchen and have never been more confident in my own skin. That’s Jett’s affect.

“I promise to never leave you again.” Jett shoves down his boxer briefs, freeing his erection. I grab his cock and jerk, missing the sensation of the balls of his piercing rub against my hand. I missed his smell and his taste and his voice and his laugh, and the feel of him coming inside me. Jett eats at my neck like a famished man as I work him into a frenzy.

“I need you. I need to feel you. I need to feel youeverywhere.”I’m suddenly a junkie jonesing for a fix, begging her supplier to satisfy the gnawing urge.

Jett doesn’t hesitate, sliding my ass closer to the edge of the smooth, cool countertop. Pinning my wrists against the cabinet above my head with one hand, he sinks two fingers into my slick entrance with the other. I spread my legs as wide as my body will allow and invite him in. Demand him to touch me. Pleasure me. Have me. Claim me. Call me his.

I moan audibly as his fingers slide easily in and out, stroking my savage desire.

“Did you think about me while I was gone?” His voice is saturated with lust.

“Every second.” I buzz with violent need.

“Did you think about this? About me touching you?”

“Yes. Touching me, fucking me, loving me.” I arch my back, drowning in the drumming sensations.

“You know I do, right?Love you.”He buries his fingers in a slow, ruthless glide, while flicking my clit with the tip of his thumb.

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