Free Destructively Alluring by N. Isabelle Blanco Page B

hold, bending her into my control. But first, her skin was calling out for me, and I was determined to answer.
    I slid the tips of my fingers down her neck. An erratic shiver went through Demi. She moaned sweetly into my mouth, her hands sliding into my own hair.
    We were grinding into each other hard and I could feel my dick cursing me to the most painful death imaginable. Still, I couldn’t stop kissing her. Hands that want to rip her dress off had become preoccupied. I slid them both down her arms, loving the way her hairs stood on end and tickled my palms.
    The wet sounds of us teased me. I knew that as long as I lived, no one would ever do to me what she could do with one kiss. It’s impossible. It had never happened before and I knew how rare it was that it was happening now.
    Demi’s patience snapped before mine did. Her small hands tugged once on my hair and slid down my neck. Her fingers latched onto the lapels of my tuxedo and she tugged on it hard, trying to get it off my shoulders. I smirked into our kiss, obliging her and sliding it off. The moment I did, Demi destroyed me.
    Wrecked me.
    Broke everything I was apart with the intention of rebuilding me again. Of making me into the one thing I was suddenly dying to be. The one thing I knew, given how this night was going, I would be, even against my will.
    Hers.
    Her man.
    Her beast.
    An animal that lives for her every fucking whim.
    Her hands latched onto the front of my shirt and pulled. The girl pulled, not giving a damn that the shirt was still tucked into my pants. Just pulled and tore as much as she could until at least half of my chest was exposed.
    Buttons flew onto the couch. Somehow, one even made it onto the coffee table behind her, the sound of it slapping against the surface seeming too loud in the room.
    I froze.
    Panted.
    My head fell back, hitting the couch.
    I panted some more and prayed.
    “Holy shit,” Demi breathed, her hands landing on my chest and sliding down.
    “ Oh, fuck ,” I inhaled sharply, my hips coming off the couch completely.
    “That’s fucking sexy,” she continued, tracing my abs and biting her lip.
    My trembling hands came up and slowly slid her glasses off. I knew she only needed them to see from afar so I wasn’t worried. Fuck no. I knew she could see me and I wanted her to drink more than her fill. Her glasses landed somewhere behind the couch. The safest place, I assure you. “You’re going to make me fucking explode,” I whispered, tracing her collarbone.
    “Am I really?” she asked teasingly, voice breathless, cheeks pink, fingers shy but unerring. They slid down, reaching my belt.
    Teasing.
    Making me hiss.
    She slid her hands back up, taking her sweet time tracing every trembling ab.
    I pulled her to me, giving her one more kiss before losing the last of my patience. “Stand up baby,” I breathed across her lips.
    I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, loving that I could see how shaky she was.
    How unsteady.
    Her breathing somehow got heavier as her eyes followed my every move. I stood up slowly, standing in front of her and looking down into her eyes. I didn’t break eye contact, not even as I untucked my shirt and unbuttoned the single button left on it. The only one that had survived her attack.
    I’d barely begun to slide it off when Demi grabbed my face. I tensed, loving the way that she kissed me.
    Loving that she wasn’t hesitant in the least.
    Take it girl, I wanted to tell her. Take everything. Just don’t fucking stop.
    I couldn’t tell her, though. I’d been sucked back into her kiss and it was numbing my mind, further inflaming my body, and my emotions were feeling too raw. I threw my shirt off, letting it land somewhere behind me, and grabbed her shoulders. It was hell to break our kiss but completely necessary for my sanity.
    I needed her naked. Fucking now.
    I turned her around, smirking at the way she protested.
    “Dorian!”
    “ Shh , baby girl. I need you out of this dress,” I