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and exhilarated all at once.
    “Last chance, Elena,” he warns ominously. “ Walk away .”
    There it is again. That thunder.
    Each time he speaks, it is like a quiet drumroll in the distance, a foreboding raincloud from the sky sending shivers across my shoulders.
    A silent threat hangs on his every word, and though, I can’t yet see the threat, I hear it in his tone—I feel it.
    I prepare myself for the storm.
    “Why?” I manage to breathe out.
    “Because, Elena… if there was anything pure about you… if there’s even a shred of good that you want to keep, then you should go.
    “Because, if given the chance, I will fuck every last inch of innocence out of you . Do you understand?”
    He leans in, speaking the words near my brow. His lips peel back and I can feel him bare his teeth against my skin. My eyes drift to a close.
    Here it comes , I think to myself.
    The lightning. The bite…
    Lukas twists to the side, reaching over to close the door and lock it. My fingernails dig into the desk’s wood.
    The blue-grey glow from the laptop emphasizes the intensity in his eyes, and he grabs my hips, shifting me to a sitting position on the desk.
    He places his hands on either side of me, staring me down.
    “By now, you should know… that it’s too late to turn back, Elena, so I want you to listen to me—and listen to me good.
    “I’m going to fuck you now with my tongue.
    “Not because I want to, but because I have to. I have to taste you again.
    “I have to see if your pussy was as soft as I remember, if it’s as mouthwatering as I daydreamed.
    “It can’t be as perfect as my memory says it is. I won’t believe it…”
    He snorts on a laugh, but the sound is bitter instead of amused.
    “Look, let’s be honest with ourselves, right? Do I piss you off? Aggravate you? Make you want to choke the fucking life out of me?
    “Tell me that you want to punch me as much as you want to fuck me. Let’s go back to this ‘honesty thing,’” he spouts with a frustratingly sexy, wry smile.
    “Admit it, Elena. You don’t want me in your head anymore than I want you in mine .
    “So, let’s just satisfy our curiosity—get the bullshit out of the way and go back to living our normal, regular, fucked-up lives.”
    His face is only inches from mine, and I stare at his gorgeous features—speechless.
    I wanted honesty. I got it—like a slap to the face.
    I want to return the favor… but he already knows how I feel.
    Besides… how do you tell a man that you’ve had the best sex of your life with that you want him to lick your pussy… and then you want to smother him with it?
    You don’t .
    You just let him do what he does best. And then you pray to God that it will cure you of this wayward yearning you seem to have for him.
    At my silence, Lukas starts to move.
    He places his large hand on the plane of my stomach, laying me flat against the desktop. He flips my pleated, blush skirt upwards and kisses me gently between my thighs.
    His hands are rough, but his mouth is indescribably soft. He pulls my panties angrily to the side as his mouth descends on my pussy.
    I give a small cry at the cold touch of his tongue, but when it starts to move, it grows warm … then hot , until the slow strokes of his tongue blaze lines of fire across my sweltering folds.
    His tongue is wet— insistent . It teases figure eights across my clit as he French-kisses the length of me.
    God, how could I have gone so long without this?
    He places my legs on each of his shoulders, digging his fingertips above my knees. Up. Down. Higher. Higher.
    He takes me to the top of ecstasy… and then beyond it.
    I moan loudly, bucking my hips off the edge of the desk.
    Lukas lifts his head, murmuring melodically against my clit.
    “You are sweeter than I remembered, Elena. Fucking delicious.”
    The words make me lose control.
    When he penetrates me with his tongue, I come, my orgasm jerking my body like lightning bolts from my head to my toes.
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