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Takeshi’s lips curled into a slow, seductive smile. He moved down her neck, pausing at her throat. “Here?”

“Lower.”

He trailed kisses down her collarbone. They weren’t sweet. He nipped at her. Burning her to shreds.

His nose skidded along her skin like he wanted to breathe every centimeter of her in. Takeshi occasionally stopped to suck and lick, as if to remind her who was truly in control.

“How ’bout here?”

“If you need a map, maybe I’ll go wake up Brock,” she challenged.

He stilled, his jaw ticking as he looked up at her. “Kanes, you’rebeggingto be tied up to the car naked at this point.” His eyes flared as if he enjoyed the thought. “And it won’t be fun for you.”

“All night?”

“Mhmm.”

Her breath hitched and her heart sputtered like an engine. “And tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll go back to hating each other tomorrow. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Um…” Her mind was a tangled mess. “Yes?”

“Good girl.” Takeshi didn’t bother saying anything else. He bent down and his mouth latched around her nipple.

His tongue swirled around the peak and her back arched, thrusting her chest further into him.

His right hand kept both her wrists caged above her head and his left hand slid up her outer leg, her hips, her waist—leaving each area he touched electrified—and cupped her other breast. He groaned, sucking her nipple harder, letting his teeth lightly bite down as his hand squeezed.

He pulled her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough.

It wasn’t a simple touch. It was ownership.

Her head fell back and her eyes found the moon and the dots in the sky, burning and flickering, laying witness to someone being ravaged. And wanting it with every square inch of their body.

If her soul could bleed, pieces of Takeshi would spill everywhere.

He didn’t just take up space in her mind, he occupied it entirely.

Khalani wanted to thread her fingers through his soft black hair, wanted to feel him everywhere, to memorize every portion of him before daylight washed away their dark deeds.

Goosebumps raced up her arms and neck as he switched to her other breast, making sure every inch of her felt his attention.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and her pants were still on.

“Takeshi…” she moaned. Everything felt good. Too good, like she’d fall apart at any moment.

“You want me to stop?” He lifted his head, his lips glistening and his expression conveying his desire to keep going.

Her breaths rasped, but she shook her head. “No. It’s just…a lot.”

“Not nearly enough.” She thought she heard him murmur.

Takeshi’s virulent gaze locked onto Khalani, and relief coursed through her at the sight of his wild restraint.

She wasn’t the only one on the brink of losing control. Takeshi just hid it better.

Khalani tried freeing her hands again, but his grip tightened.