Is this how it’s going to be for the rest of our lives? This addiction? This feeling in my chest like I’m inflated with helium?
“Grey,” she murmurs. “What are you—ah, God—”
I grin and move my tongue harder against her clit. Her third wipes her out. I relish the feel of her pussy clenching at my fingers, and then she relaxes. I climb up her body, hovering over her, and kiss her throat.
“You’re my favorite person on this planet, Violet Reece.” My confession meets her pulse point. “And we’re going to wake up next to each other for the rest of our fucking lives.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.
I don’t need much more prompting to slide inside her wet cunt.
Perks of sleeping naked.
She frowns at me, her eyes no more than slits. “What time is it?”
“Time to fuck, darling.” I roll my hips.
“It’s five in the morning.” She glances at the clock, then back at me. “I think I’m still drunk.”
I laugh and kiss her. I still feel it, too. The haze of liquor on my mind. Maybe that’s what’s driving this melancholy.
Oh, no. It was Violet humping me that woke me up. I smile against her lips, and she automatically mirrors me. I lick her lip, then suck it into my mouth. My teeth nibble her flesh, wanting a taste of their own. I bite harder, until the familiar metallic taste of blood drops on my tongue.
She kisses me harder. She presses into me, nipping my lips. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was trying to climb into my skin. The prick of pain ofherbreaking open my skin is refreshing.
We mix our blood and saliva and love together.
Maybe she doesn’t know about the last, but I do.
I feel it in the way she touches me and how she looks at me. She brushes my hair off my forehead and examines my face. She’s got a bead of blood on her lip that I lean down and lick away. Her eyes soften, and she cups my cheeks. Kisses me again, even after everything that once ran rampant between us.
Violet Reece is totally in love with me.
50
VIOLET
“How are you feeling?”
I glance up from my position on the floor. When I see Mia in my rented studio, I shoot to my feet. “Good.” I clear my throat. “Fine. Thank you.”
She chuckles and runs her hand down one of the bars. “Sorry to drop in unannounced.”
I try not to fidget as she appraises me. Hair in a braid over my shoulder, a loose cardigan over my gray leotard and black, stretchy shorts. I had a dance class an hour ago and have been working through the choreography for my audition.
Grey is sitting in the corner, his homework forgotten and his gaze on me.
“What’s up?” I grab my water bottle.
“Laramie told me you requested additional studio space after your lesson, so I figured I’d swing by and see how preparation is going.”
I shoot her a smile. “It’s going.”
She snorts. “Want to show me?”
“Is that biased?” I lift one shoulder and take a swig of the cool water. Surely she’s the one deciding who gets the part. But then again, she’s the one who pulled me out of retirement. That may have been the biggest tell of all.
“It may be.” She crosses to the speaker connected to my phone and hits play.