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7. White-Hot Oblivion

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The smirk he gave me could’ve been weaponized.

“I just wanted to admire the view,” he said smoothly, eyes absolutely devouring me.

Admire the view?

Oh, I’ll give you more views.

I spread my legs wider, an invitation, a neon sign, an entire billboard screaming, ‘Go forth and prosper.’

The corner of Elian’s mouth twitched upward, and oh, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying this way too much.

“You know what I like about you?” Elian murmured against my jaw, his voice all velvet and sin.

I smirked. “Everything.”

He laughed, low and husky, and yep, that sound went straight into the save for later folder in my brain. “That right there. You know exactly how sexy you are.”

And then his mouth latched onto my pulse point with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for limited-time sales at luxury stores. His hand glided over my thigh, teasing higher and higher until I had to physically grab onto the silky sheet under me so I didn’t do something desperate.

Like crying out in heat.

His lips bru
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