Page 64 of His Son's Brid
I could kiss her. Right here, in front of everyone. Claim her. Tell Luca the truth and deal with the damned consequences with her by my side.
Her lips part slightly.
She'd let me.
The thought is dangerous. Tempting. Impossible.
The music ends.
Reality crashes back.
We're standing in the middle of the dance floor, holding each other, and people are watching.
I step back and reluctantly release her.
"Thank you for the dance," I say formally.
"Y-You're welcome." Her voice is barely a whisper.
I turn and walk away before I do something unforgivable like grab her and kiss her and burn everything down just to have her.
Viktor's waiting at the bar, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That was—"
"Don't."
"—incredibly obvious."
"I said don't."
He hands me another whiskey. "You're playing with fire, boss."
"I know."
"This is going to end badly."
"I know that too."
But as I watch Aurora across the room, Leo's hands on her again, that fake smile back in place, I realize I’m not sure I care.
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AURORA
"Look at me."
Axel's voice is rough, commanding. I'm on my back, legs spread, and he's between them with his mouth doing things that make me see stars.
"Oh.., Axel—"
"I said, look at me."
I force my eyes open. His dark gaze pins me in place while his tongue circles my clit, slow and deliberate. Torturous.
"That's it," he murmurs against my skin. "Keep those eyes on me while I make you come. I want you to see what I’m doing to you."
His fingers slide inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot. I gasp, hips lifting off the bed.
"God, you’re so wet for me," he whispers. "So fucking perfect. Do you know how long I've wanted to taste you again? How many nights I've laid awake thinking about this?"
