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Chapter 31

Gabriella

“Vienna, what are you—?” I tried to ask, tearing my mouth away from his for a second.

But it made no difference. He simply buried his face in my neck and sucked at the frantically beating pulse he found there.

His nose travelled up my neck until his mouth was at my ear, where he sucked and nibbled on my lobe, his breath harsh against my face.

Everything was moving so fast. One minute we were on a tour, the next he was setting my body aflame.

“Vienna, stop,” I breathed, not even realising that I had spoken the words out loud. I was so used to telling people to stop instinctively. Ten years of never giving my consent had instilled that habit within me.

But Vienna was different. He groaned and pulled back immediately, stepping back to give me some space as he did so.

His breathing was as heavy as mine, and his hands clenched into fists with the effort it took to hold himself away from me. But as always, he respected my demands.

My head was swimming. On one hand, it was Vienna kissing me. And that was as natural as breathing. But on the other hand, it was Vienna. Kissing me. With complete freedom. After all these years, he was free to kiss me.

There were no Crash and Kitty to be concerned about.

No overbearing father.

No Nico.

We were just free to kiss.

Correction—I was free to kiss.

On my terms. On my say so.

With my goddamn consent.

A burst of elation shot through me, and before I could stop myself, I was flinging myself at Vienna, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs tight around his waist.

He caught me effortlessly, a smothered laugh escaping his lips before we were attacking each other—lips, teeth, tongues. Bites, nips, licks, and tugs. It didn’t matter.

It wasn’t a pretty kiss. It wasn’t something others would watch and think ‘aww’. It was raw and animalistic. We devoured each other simply because we wanted to and because we could.

His hands were braver than my own. Where mine stayed in his hair, pulling tightly to keep him pressed close to me, his explored my body.

From slipping over my ass, squeezing me tightly, to roaming up my top, sliding along the bare skin of my stomach and up my ribs. To tickling along the curves of my breasts and then eventually, finally, squeezing the nipples that had pebbled for him long ago.

I arched my back into his touch, offering my body to him, silently encouraging him to take it further.

He groaned into my mouth, pulling down the cups of my bra until my tits spilled into his hands.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips and then pulled back to look at me, his eyes wild. “Gabby… you are safe. You say the word and I will pull back, hold my hands up, and not touch you again until you say so—if you say so. Okay?”

I nodded, not quite knowing why he was saying this when I hadn’t given even the slightest hint that I was uncomfortable.

But then his hands came to the front of my top, grabbing it by the neckline and tearing it down the middle.

I gasped as the cold air hit my bare skin, and Vienna looked at me with an almost worried frown.

“I’m fine, Luke. I promise.”

He nodded once and then he was back on me, his lips trailing down my neck, across my collarbone, lowering down my chest…