I jerked as her teeth sank around my ear. “Believe me, Nila, that’s all I’m thinking about right now.”
“No, it’s not.” She pulled back, her skin flushed and so fucking beautiful. “You’re thinking about Kes and Emma because I can still hear them bickering down the corridor. You’re keeping me safe by scanning the hall for trespassers and keeping your perception open. I know how hard the masquerade was for you. I know you’ve struggled to shed the thoughts of guests. I want you to just be you. To only have one voice inside your head.” Her lips landed on mine, kissing me hard.
I gave in to her, allowing her to dictate how deep, how fast. While she kissed me, I unbuttoned her shirt and shoved it down her arms. Her bra unclipped at the back, freeing her breasts and making my teeth ache to bite her nipples.
But then she was gone, leaving me hard and impatient. “Come back here.”
“Put these on first.” Holding out the lenses and earbuds, she cocked her head. “Come on, Kite. One night. Trust me.”
I paused, glaring at her hand and the outstretched sensors. I trusted her over everyone, but I also had no intention of ingesting a drug Sullivan had made.
I’d learned that the hard way.
Focusing on Nila, working past her wash of lust, I pickpocketed through her other emotions. I tried not to trespass on her thoughts too much. After all, being married to a man like me gave her no privacy whatsoever. However, she accepted who I was when she vowed her life to mine, and in this case, I had a right to rifle.
Once again, there was trepidation and excitement, but the fear had gone, drowned out by wet desire. She was telling the truth that she wanted me. A lot. And she wanted to be alone with me in a way we’d never been able to be before.
Coming closer, she touched my cheek softly. “It’s just something fun, Jet. Nothing more. I would never ask you to do something that could jeopardise everything we’ve worked so hard to build.” Her tone throbbed with honesty. Honesty that matched her fierce, affectionate ownership over me and my condition.
“I love you.” She bent to kiss me again.
And I couldn’t fight the swell of everlasting love.
I kissed her back, nodding slowly. “Okay, Needle. If it’s what you want.”
Pulling away, she stayed silent as she tipped my head back and carefully placed the eye lenses over my right and left eye. I blinked against the obstruction, regretting my approval as she attempted to put the buds in my ears.
“Here, let me.” I pushed her away gently, ensuring the buds were in correctly.
With slightly shaking hands, she placed eye lenses over her own pupils before brushing aside her hair and inserting the earbuds. When she was done, she looked at me as she had the first night I’d met her.
The night of her Milan fashion show. She’d been so nervous and eager to please. So innocent and fragile. And I’d snatched, stolen, and broken her.
Fuck.
Wrapping my hands in her hair, I jerked her into me, kissing her deeply. Pouring my well-worn apologies down her throat.
She kissed me back, her hands busy between us.
I was swept up in her tongue, carried away by the rapidly increasing passion between us that I didn’t sense what she was about to do until it was too late.
She pulled away for a fraction of a second and tipped her head back, squeezing a droplet of whatever liquid was in the stopper vial. She swallowed and added another, pressing her mouth to mine instantly, kissing me with the sugary, flowery drug.
She passed it to me.
It burned my tongue.
I pushed her away, cursing her. “What the hell did you just do? I agreed to the game, not the drug.”
“Trust me.” She shrugged out of her shirt and wriggled off me to remove her jeans and underwear. “I’m trying to give you a night of freedom.”
My heart pounded harder as she straddled me again, naked and ready in my arms.
My lust ignited with a thousand fires. She was so fucking beautiful, so perfect, so mine.
She’d pushed me into something I didn’t want but her intentions were pure and protective.
“You’ll pay for that.” Tugging her hair back, I kept her prone while I kissed her. “I’m already free when I’m with you. I don’t need anything else.” My other hand explored places of her that I knew by heart yet felt like the first time as I slid a finger inside her and felt her delicious heat.
She moaned and welcomed me to take more. “God, punish me all you want.”
“I have every intention of it.”
My control seemed to fade with every heartbeat.
Every second that ticked past, I fell a little more into her.
My cock grew harder.