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and our lips parted immediately for our tongues to meet.

His was long and had a ridged texture, gentle bumps rasping over mine. But the kiss wasn’t gentle in the slightest—it was hard and aggressive and full of pent-up… something.

I was gripping the lapels of his suit while his big hands clutched my waist and he grunted into my mouth, thrusting his tongue deep, his breaths already a little unsteady against my lips.

Then his hands shot down to palm the backs of my thighs as he stood up in a rush and lifted me off my feet before depositing me on his desk. Now he was the one leaning over me, forcing me to angle my head up so I could keep kissing him, because for some reason kissing him seemed like the most important thing in the world.

My head was already spinning. He just smelled so good, and those ridges on his tongue were making me shiver, and this was the most furious, frantic kiss of my life. I’d never been kissed like this before. Did he always kiss like this?

A sudden thought cut through the feverish haze, making my gut bottom out.

“Wait.” I broke the kiss, hands still gripping the lapels of his suit. He looked a little dazed, blinking fast as he focused on me. “Do you actually have a ‘lady friend’?”

His jaw clenched in frustration, the muscle ticking. “God, you’re so—No, okay? I made it up because I got a fucking cramp in my leg and had to stop. There’s no fucking lady friend. And I don’t call my girlfriends lady friends. I was just… in a lot of pain. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I hadn’t eaten any complex carbs.”

I stared at him for a second, seeing only honesty and irritated embarrassment at being called out on his lie in his gaze.

“Okay.”

I yanked him closer by his suit to kiss him again, wanting to smile at the muffled sound he made against my mouth. His big hands cupped my face as his ridged tongue slicked against mine, making my pulse leap. That kind of touch felt… uncomfortably intimate, and he must have thought so too, because a second later he dropped his hands to grasp my hips instead, tugging me even closer to the edge of the desk.

I fisted his shirt, twisting it under my fingers and feeling a strange stab of possessive satisfaction over the fact that I’d leave a mark by wrinkling up the immaculately pressed white fabric, possibly stretching it beyond saving.

My knuckles bumped against firmness beneath the material, belly swooping at the realisation that I could touch him right now —actually touch him. Skin-to-skin. I bet he ran hot. I bet his skin was perfectly smooth and flawless all over.

I didn’t have the patience to undo his shirt buttons, so I yanked the tails out of his slacks and shoved my hands underneath. God, his stomach was rock hard. And ridiculously bumpy with muscle. I dragged my short, neatly trimmed nails over his abs and felt him shudder, his claws biting into my hips.

One of his hands shifted onto the top of my thigh, making my lower body tighten up with anticipation, but then it stopped. His fingers flexed before I felt them fiddling uncertainly with the waistband of my pants.

I appreciated the fact that he wasn’t making any assumptions and going straight into tearing off my clothes, but god-fucking-damnit, I wanted him to tear off my clothes. Grabbing his hand, I brought it between my legs in an unspoken, impatient demand.

He groaned, his big hand cupping my pussy through my pants and rubbing slowly, creating warm friction. I kissed him harder, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, shivering when it brushed against the edges of his sharp teeth. He was already breathing faster, and soon the kiss grew messy and frantic. Almost desperate.

There was a little voice in the back of my head screaming at me. What are you doing? What are you doing? It was faint, almost drowned out entirely by the pounding of my pulse, but just as I started to listen to it, I felt Nuni’s fingers fumbling with the fly of my pants.

My clit pulsed. Visions of him sliding his big hand inside my underwear and cupping my hot pussy wiped away all other thoughts. I started tearing at the buttons with him, trying to get them undone as fast as possible.

Then he was yanking my pants and underwear down my legs, not even breaking the kiss as he reached to tug off my sensible black shoes to get everything over one foot. Before I could react, he dropped into his chair and rolled it closer as he freed my other leg from the tangle of fabric, then shoved my knees open wide.

Oh my god. My eyes widened, surprise making me fall back on my elbows.

His breath escaped him in a rush as he stared at my cunt, then he pushed my shirt up to my sternum and leaned in to drop an open-mouthed kiss on my stomach, before trailing his tongue to my hipbone to gently scraping his sharp teeth over it.

A shudder wracked my frame, my widespread thighs twitching. Fuck, was he actually going to…

“Wait,” I blurted for the second time.

var Rorik groaned, tipping his forehead onto my stomach. “Oh my god.”

“I just—” Feeling uncharacteristically shy, I cleared my throat. “You know I can’t exactly, um… reciprocate in kind, right?”

I’d seen demiurgus porn—who hadn’t?—so I was aware of the barbs. And the intimidating length.

“I know,” he grated, lifting his head. “It doesn’t matter. Can I keep going now?”

I licked my lips, staring down at him. At his mouth, breathlessly close to my pussy. “Yes.”

So he didn’t expect anything in return? Yet another surprise. I’d pegged him as the type to only go down on a woman if he knew he’d get something out of it.