Page 73 of Dancing with Vipers and Shadows

All we do is stare at one another.

No words.

No excuses.

Just silence.

“It wasn’t your choice, was it?” She doesn’t shy away from looking directly into my eyes.

She can always see right through me.

I trail my hand along her jaw, needing some form of touch to confirm this is real.

That I’m not dreaming, hallucinating, or in some sort of unexpected trial that’s using my worst weakness against me.

This is what my father was worried about.

Sweet Cruella is my weakness.

Only I’m not sure she realizes it.

My thumb trails along her bottom lip, and her eyes take me in as I inch closer and closer. Her scent wraps around me, taunting my senses and sucking me in. That’s what happens when I get right into her orbit.

She steals every thread of attention from me with her mere existence, and how can I refuse?

“Asher…” Her voice is barely there, a whimper at most. “Anyone can—”

“If I don’t get a solid taste of you, I’ll lose my mind, Sweet Cruella,” I confess with desperation, my lips mere inches from her.

“You didn’t ask the first time,” she grumbles and looks to her side.

“Ophelia.”

I have her attention again.

“Please.” I’m begging her. Not just with my tone, eyes, or desperate expression. My magic craves to dance with hers. My aura burns for the heated embrace. My heart beats swiftly at the thought of her touch, and my soul?

It seeks the one burning passion that makes us feel whole.

“Please.” All I need to do is repeat it for her to really understand how much I want her.

Want us.

“It’s not even a Friday,” she mutters, but her cheeks are growing rosy as she whispers, “Just a few seco—”

We both knew I wouldn’t let her finish.

My body wouldn’t let me waste a nanosecond with her permission to kiss her with intention.

Our lips collide, and my moan of relief echoes in her mouth as she gasps at my impatience. I don’t want to give her a sweet kiss.

I’m kissing her as if she’s the very oxygen I breathe.

She’s back in my arms, my hands gripping her ass, which looks so fucking good in the black tights. She must know black only makes her look more like a goddess than any other color.

But this white blouse makes her nipples extra tempting to suck on.

She presses against me as I grind against her lower half. The movement is subtle but effective in making her moan in relief as the two of us kiss with everything we have.

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