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I use my lips to trap his, wanting the kiss to go slowly, gently. But Noa has other plans as he grabs one of my tits and squeezes it hard. My whole body tingles as he pushes his tongue against the roof of my mouth and the back of my teeth with firm, sweeping motions.

“Fuck, you taste like sin.” I manage to blurt out in between breaths. I cling to his shirt like I’m drowning and he’s my life raft.

“Let me break you completely, then,” he says against my mouth.

I don’t need saving. I need to drown in his touch.

He grips my hips, and for a split-second, I bury my face in his neck. Seeking shelter from my thoughts. Then his arms wrap around me, and he pushes me forward so my wet pussy is touching his stomach. He’s holding me securely, not only because of the proximity, no, because of something else.

He’s letting me collapse into him so I can feel entirely safe to let go of control.

And that’s something I’m craving right now. The relinquishment of control amidst my grief feeds that longing for peace.

He grabs my chin and kisses me again. Forcing me to drink him in.

“This is so wrong. We hate each other.” I break into heavy, ragged breaths. So does he.

We keep our eyes closed and our hearts open to potential heartbreak. Because after this, we’re done. Why not indulge in these fantasies one last time?

“Then show me how much you hate me.” He lets go of my chin, and his hands are free now to roam my body. Before he can decide where to place them, I grab his right hand and place it against my pussy.

“Fuck me good. Because after we part, you’ll never see me again,” I promise him as he pushes one finger inside me.

“Challenge accepted.”

Chapter thirty-three

Noa

Lana isn’t asking me to fuck her; she’s asking me to give her a long-lasting memory. Forgetting her won’t be hard, it’s going to be impossible.

I grab her by her hips, without breaking the kiss, and carry her out of the bathroom. My touch is soft, and it’s aggravating her. She bites my shoulder and grunts like an animal.

“I said you need to fuck me, not make love to me.” She is resolute in what she wants, so I give it to her.

I slam her against my mirror, and I feel the rattle of the glass. She shivers—the surface cold against her burning skin. I catch a glance of us in the mirror, and we are a tangled mess of limbs and messy hair. It’s perfect.

Then I place her back against my bedroom door and hoist her up, over my head. She wraps her legs around my neck, and I’m in fucking heaven. Before I bury my tongue inside her, I press my nose against her pussy, inhaling her delicious scent.

Fuck it.

I keep my tongue soft and flatten it so it covers her entire pussy. I lick her like a fucking ice cream—delectable. My tongue licks her up and down, and then on the sides. Her screams of pleasure are like music to my ears. It only heightens my need to make her cry.

She’s insatiable as she grabs my hair and pushes me further into her.

“Fuck! If I could have your head all the way up my cunt, I’d let you live there!”

Fucking hell.

“Dying in your cunt because I can’t breathe sounds like the best way to go,” I tell her as I’m out of breath.

I open my mouth and suck her clit into my mouth. With the tip of my tongue, I push on her clit, drawing circles with it. And that does the fucking trick.

“I’m coming!” Lana explodes over my face, and I don’t relent. I open my mouth and let her juices fill and wash down my throat. My tongue is lapping up every stream of her cum until she’s licked clean.

I move myself backward, and I guide her down the door. Once her feet hit the floor, she loses balance. Without thinking, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder.

“Set me down!” she yells at me, and oddly enough, I listen to her demand. I do it out of curiosity, to see what she’ll do to me.