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Unable to wait any longer, I cupped her jawline, traced her cheek with my thumb, and pressed my mouth to hers.

The breathless collision sent arcs of electricity through me as I nipped, suckled, and devoured her lips in a passion-drenched kiss.

Longing arced through us in a fierce, desperate rhythm that demanded everything we spent a decade denying ourselves.

I was so hooked on her; hell, she was my ultimate fetish.

The way her body moved under mine was electric, creating magic every time we touched.

She moaned, thrusting her camera on its straps to the side as her fingers knotted into the fabric of my vest.

She held me tight, closer, making her need of me clear and very present.

When I tore my lips from hers, she whispered with urgency.

‘Take me to our suite, Vega. I want you now.’

My mouth quirked at her heated command.

I bent down to brush my mouth over hers, teasing her.

‘You sure, De Stella? Last I heard, you were pacing us, saying you needed time.’

She grabbed more of my tee and gave me a bruising wild kiss.

My cock hardened, thickening impossibly as she ground her hips on it, standing on her tiptoes to give her leverage.

When she finally pulled away, she was gasping, her heaving matching my own.

‘You gon’ play jokes at this crucial juncture, Vega?’

‘Woah, you’re savage.’

‘For you. Now take me to the hotel and fuck me.’

It was all I needed to hear, my gaze fixated on how swollen and pink her lips were.

Dipping my head to suckle them one more time, I then took an inhale, grabbed her hand, and led her back into the green room.

I grabbed my shit as she did the same with her camera gear.

With our bags slung over our shoulders, we headed out, scarcely noticing the other Six Sinners and their goodnight calls.

I summoned one of the hire cars at the back entrance that the label always had ready for us to escape the masses at the front of the venue.

Once we had our bags in, we settled into the sectioned-off back seat, kissing and necking all the way to the Aman as desire clawed at us.

ANA

We were back at our hotel within 20 minutes.

The elevator ride up to our suite passed in a haze of tangled touches, locked lips, and shallow breathing.

The lift doors hadn’t even closed on us inside before Deacon pinned me against the mirrored wall, his mouth crashing onto mine.

The heat between us shot past warm and turned red-hot.

I slid my hands over his head, pulling him down until there wasn’t an inch between us.