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His hair is soft between my fingers.

The only soft thing about him.

Volik’s fingers flex. Then he wraps his arm around the center of my back, holding me tightly.

The hand beneath me, between my legs, moves away.

My skirt hangs loose.

But then his hand is on my thigh.

My bare thigh.

I pull my mouth away from his and fight for breath.

His exhales are loud.

His eyes, that should just be unreadable onyx orbs, are heated.

He needs me too.

“My Nix.” He slides his hand farther up my thigh. Over my hip. Across my ass cheek. Then down.

Between.

His hand is in the same place it was before. Only this time, my panties are the only barrier between his touch and my entrance.

His big fingers brush against my seam.

We both groan.

I’m so wet. So ready. The fabric over my pussy is practically dripping.

Again, I tilt my head to the side as I expose my throat to him.

It’s instinct.

I can’t help myself.

I don’t want to help myself.

Volik drags the material covering my core to the side.

His heated skin brushes over my swollen flesh.

He pulls his lips back, showing me more of his fangs.

I arch back into his hold, confident he won’t drop me.

I need everything he’s going to give me.

Volik’s fingertip presses against my entrance.

And the door to my room slams open.

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