The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Vol. 3

Not Quite an Antidote

Without breaking the kiss, Bela stepped forward, pushing Faon’s body against the wall, and her body against his. His touch continued to rove, a hand at the small of her back pressing her nearer. Clutching his hips, Bela shifted her pelvis, starting to rock and rub.

His moan could almost be taken for a snarl of pain. It didn’t alarm her, but Bela slowed her movements, and then Faon was turning, bringing her with him. She reclined, her shoulders to a storage compartment, and lifted her legs to wrap around his. It brought her groin against him again, the friction sending heat radiating through her mound. And there were his hands holding her under the thighs, so close…

She had to keep rutting, her body singing at contact with his, even though she knew what it was doing to him. But Faon met her with his own blunt thrusts, angling his mouth to meet hers, the kiss messy and interrupted by their panting.

“I want you,” he told her. “So much it barely matters if it kills me.”

Bela jerked her head away so sharply it knocked the metal door behind her. Faon frowned, his hand rising too late to cradle her skull, but she searched his copper-brown eyes for a deeper, more dangerous emotion than concern for her comfort.

808.8. Subjects: 1. Venom 2. Boundaries 3. Intoxicating Dazzle