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“A man was killed during our wedding.”

“Yeah? And?”

“How many couples do you know that started out with a murder?”

“Good point.”

“I’m just trying to say that I understand why you’d be unhappy with me right now. I’m only asking you to try seeing this situation from my perspective.”

I take a deep breath and fully face him. He’s so close and beautiful. I want to put my hands on his chest, but I hold myself back.

“I can try.”

“I can’t ask for more.” He reaches forward and brushes something off my shoulder. I hiss in a surprised breath as a fuzzy drifts down toward the carpet. His touch lingers, fingers brushing up against my neck.

My mouth opens as I meet his gaze. “What are you doing?”

“You said you couldn’t sleep.”

“That’s not your problem.”

“All your problems are my problems now, princess.” His fingers touch my cheek. I lean into them, vibrating with how badly I want this. “Do you want me to help you get back to bed?”

“I can find the way on my own.”

“That’s right. Fuck the world. It’s you against everyone.”

“I don’t feel that way.”

“No?” He bends forward, lips brushing across my ear. “Then let me in.”

I turn and meet his mouth with mine. The kiss sears pure bliss into my spine. He pulls me tight against him, and his heat burns into my core. Desire pulses down along my skin as I melt intohis touch, hungry and buzzing, needing him more than I ever thought I could.

It’s the darkness. It’s the stress. Or maybe it’s just that I find him so attractive. Either way, I let him guide me to the couch, let him lower me down and undress me, his mouth finding my neck, nibbling softly, finding my lips, biting lightly, before moving down to my bare breasts. I’m gasping and whimpering as he licks and sucks my nipples, chewing on them so gently it’s almost too much, as his right hand slowly strokes my pussy over my underwear.

“You should be impressed,” he says, tugging my panties off and throwing them aside.

“Yeah? With what?”

“My restraint.” He kisses me, index finger rolling up and down my wet slit. “Looks like you’ve been holding back too.”

“Just a physical response.”

“Means nothing, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I don’t stop.” He slides his fingers inside me, and I gasp, arching into him. He buries my moans with a kiss, teasing me and fucking me with his fingers.

“You know the more we do this, the more we complicate things, right?”

“Who needs simple?” He licks my nipples before moving down to my aching core. His mouth works around my wet slit then licks around my clit. I moan, and it feels so fucking good. “I like complicated. I think complicated is more fun. I’m the kind ofman who can roll with anything.” His fingers slide in deep as his mouth does its filthy work on my swollen bud, and my eyes roll back as bliss hammers down my spine.

I don’t care about anything else but him right now. I want to roll and roll against his mouth. I want to scream his name. There’s nothing else but pleasure and need hammering into my chest over and over. I’ve been so pent-up and frustrated lately, and this is exactly what I’ve needed.

“Every day I think about this,” he whispers, pulling back. I whimper, melting like a needy puddle. He smirks, and it’s the most glorious thing in the world. His lips are wet from me. “How badly I fucking want you, Alina. How badly I want to corrupt your perfect little body. You walk around so stuck-up and stubborn like you’ve never gotten dirty in your whole life, and all I want to do is make you fucking filthy.”

“Then do it,” I groan, back arching.