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I stiffen and rage flares in my gut. I can’t believe he’s being so blunt at this party. He is going to fuck things up for me royally. I force myself not to look at Amelia, not to seek solace in her presence. Instead, I take a step toward John.
“Who are you to say that? What right do you have to even insinuate it?” I snarl, my words coming out so harshly there is almost spit behind them.
“I’m the fallback heir, of course,” he says with a nasty smirk, all teeth and his eyes as sly as a snake’s.
“So? What does that mean?” Amelia hisses from beside me, and I place a gentling hand on her shoulder. “What does it matter, you aren’t in control. Your parents are.”
John stiffens and his lip pulls back. This is going to get bad and fast. I slip my hand around Amelia’s waist quickly and turn to face her, tilting her chin to look at me.
“What do you say we leave this jealous jackass? I saw some cake you’ll love,” I murmur, and then drop a kiss that I intend to just be a peck.
What changes it quickly to a burning, passionate exploration is the zap of sensation that tingles across my lips. She tastes like the peach tart I picked out and the bubbly sweetness of champagne. I have a problem pulling away; my tongue laps lightly against the soft flesh of the seam of her mouth, chasing the sugary tang just beyond.
Amelia sighs and opens a tiny crack, allowing the tip of my tongue to dart past and paint her teeth. Suddenly John coughs, and my desire to punch him rises exponentially, but I manage to grab ahold of my lust and my rage. I turn to glare at John, only to then grab Amelia. She looks at me, doe-eyed and confused, as I lead her from the room and the extravagance surrounding us.
I catch a glimpse of John’s dumbfounded face out of the corner of my eye, and I laugh, my petty pride swelling. My gaze sweeps behind to the woman in my grasp and her wide, still spun-out eyes. Her pupils are gaping and endlessly black, eating away at the color of her irises. The blush on her cheeks, whether it’s from the alcohol or lust, I don’t care, makes her that much more desirable. Every minute change in her expression causes me to pull her behind me as my cock twitches and my brain rides high on the fact that I got one over on my stepbrother.
I want Amelia. I want to step over that line I’ve been dancing around since that first morning when she was wearing nothing but my shirt. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t fight it now. Not with how this feeling has taken over me. I feel so out of control. I haven’t lost my cool this hard in years. But I don’t care.
With a firm grip on her hand, I lead her down one of the many hallways of my parents’ ridiculously large estate, away from the party. We come across an alcove, and I stop abruptly. I just need a taste for a moment before I find somewhere even more secluded to drop in for a meal. I kiss her, I can’t help myself. Amelia’s still confused about what’s going on and I don’t blame her. My teeth nip at her, my lips pull at hers until she is pliable and soft, and I don’t pull away until she is clinging to me and panting against my mouth.
With no small effort, I pull back. We can do nothing but stare at each other as I lean over her, supporting myself against the wall behind her. I didn’t expect this to happen, I didn’t expect things to spiral so out of control. I drop my forehead to hers, our breath mixing together as we try to catch it. But she looks at me with those wide eyes again, so confused, so flushed and needy. I want more. I’m craving her like I haven’t craved another woman since I was an idiotic young man just figuring out the world.
I bite along the shell of her ear, tugging at her lobe until both of us groan, unable to ignore the fire burning in me any longer, I grab her wrist gently but firmly, looking in her eyes for the same desire that grows in me. She nods and I pull her again, leading her down the hallway to a room that won’t be occupied, and where nobody will stumble across us.
I push the door open to a room that probably hasn’t been used in a decade; the furniture is covered in sheets. The door clicks behind us, and I don’t even bother locking it. I’m focused on rushing to cover Amelia’s mouth with mine again. Only this time as she moans, my tongue claims her open lips completely. It flicks past her teeth, against her own tongue, against her palate, and I draw lazy patterns against the sensitive flesh there. Her breaths are growing shallower with each pass and thrust until finally, she stumbles, and I catch her.
My searching touches move to her jaw and neck, letting her draw in oxygen in heavy pants. Her fingers curl tightly around my biceps, using me as an anchor as I watch her world spin in her pupils. I like what I see there, and without thinking I return to the delicate skin of her chest, sucking a dark mark just under the camouflage of her dress’s neckline.
It comes up just far enough to protect the blushing place where a new bruise will form soon. But if she leans over just enough, any person with wandering eyes will see the claiming kiss I just laid down. Why did I feel like I needed to do that? I couldn’t answer anyone if they asked.
But Amelia only seems to approve of my possessive nature as her head falls back to bear her throat to the scrape of my teeth. I follow the column of her sensitive, thin skin and watch goose flesh rippling in the wake of my rough touch.
Finally, she leans back against a covered piece of furniture, what I assume is a couch from the shape of it. No dust greets us, my mother wouldn’t even let dust covers get dirty. I don’t even know why she uses them.
“Adrian?” Amelia pulls me back to her, to the present.
She is sprawled out on the covered couch and looks at me with greedy eyes and a heaving chest. Her hair is mussed, and she’s probably lost several clips. The gloss on her lips is no longer as shiny, and there are obvious smudge marks from where I kissed her. Still, she looks desperate for more just as much as she looks anxious that I will reject her.
I fall to my knees in front of her, immediately kissing the exposed skin of her cleavage. Her head drops again and her back bows, inviting me to partake in more of the intoxicating scent of lavender that always clings to her skin. It’s thick and heady with the mix of her arousal.
Her breathing stutters in her chest, and one hand twists in the cloth underneath us while the other grips at my hair. My tongue lightly traces a swirl of nonsensical patterns over the swell of her breasts while I move lower and suck her nipple into my mouth through the silk of her dress. She squirms under me, and I push harder against her torso to pin her down while my hand works at bunching the material of her skirt further up until I can touch the sweet smoothness of her thigh.
Her skin is just as soft with her stockings covering it as her dress, and without being able to see, I can’t tell the difference in the beginning. My blunt nails scrabble for a while longer at her covered flesh, and I switch to her other nipple while I raise the dress higher, pushing my hand underneath the hem.
I trail the pads of fingers along the dip in her skin that her stockings have made, the tops of them are lined in lace. For a minute I am obsessed with the difference between the soft tiny mesh and the scratch of the delicate lace. I touch them both, the only barrier between me and her naked skin. I tease myself over and over with the thought as I trace both until finally her hips lift and she whines, tugging at my hair to bring me back to her mouth.
The kisses we share are sloppy and lazy, we aren’t worried about being interrupted. I think we’ve forgotten where we are. But it doesn’t matter because my fingers are tracing the satin of her panties and I can feel her slick seeping through the material even off to the side.
She sighs into my mouth as my fingers sink further in, pressing her underwear off to the side. My mind seems to whirl, completely caught up in her scent, the touch of her skin, the flavor of the champagne sliding along her tongue to mine. I didn’t realize how much I wanted this. I groan against her as I touch the arousal coating her outer lips. She is soaked.
Amelia pulls back from me, and her breath catches so loudly it sounds painful. Her hips twitch and I can feel the way she freezes under me and tries to still. It’s agony for me to take things slow, but I don’t want to spook her. I work my fingers carefully against her, finally pushing my tongue into her mouth to distract her more, and I part her folds with my fingers, playing just around the area I know she wants me to touch. I can almost feel her muscles twitch and pulse as the blood makes her clit swell. It calls to me with heat, and when she moans wantonly in my mouth, I’m unable to keep teasing her.
Instead, I lightly sink my teeth into her bottom lip, tugging at it lightly as I pull back, a flirtatious smirk on my lips as I finally touch her where she wants it most. She surges upward. Her body shakes in my hands and she sighs, shivering and needy. I press lightly against the bundle of nerves, circling the swollen flesh until she is bucking against me, and both her hands are gripping at the strands of my hair.
Amelia nips and licks me just as much as I do her, she gives as much as she takes. Her fingers are scraping against my scalp as she pulls back just so her lips barely brush mine, our breaths mingle as she stares at me through unfocused eyes.
“I need more… please?” she whispers, her skin brushing against mine as she speaks.
