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Whitish light leaked through the window on the far left of the room, breaking a bright path over the end of the bed Musa was sitting on.
She could feel Riven’s stare on the side of her head while she was working on unlacing her boots.
Without looking up she asked, “What?”
He shifted on the bed, coming closer to her, leaning slightly over her shoulder, enough that Musa’s hair wavered when he breathed out.
That silly expectation she had grown accustomed to twisted deep in her stomach and sent shivers up her spine. A smile shaped her lips as she felt his warmth spread over her side through their clothes.
“It’s the first time you’re in my room,” he let out in a low voice.
Musa snorted, shaking her head. “It’s not the first time.”
“Fine,” he said, blinking a roll of his eyes. “Let me try again.”
He leaned his head forward and the tip of his nose drew a triangle on Musa’s temple.
“It’s the first time you’re in my room and I can kiss you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the end of her cheekbone.
Musa drew in a surprised breath, the tone of his voice sinking on her veins. Suddenly, the silence and void in the room around them seemed utterly important.
“It’s the first time I can lay you on my bed and crawl on top of you,” his hand roamed up her leg from her bent knee, heat from his palm leaking through the fabric of her jeans. “The first time I can watch all your hair sprawled over my pillow,” his other hand caressed a slow path over her back, making her sit straighter, and closed a fit on a handful of locks at the base of her neck. “The first time I can pick you up and slam you against the wall of my room,” he kissed a tender spot under her ear and the hand on her leg enclosed over her hip, pressing tightly on its way over her curve side and to her waist. “The first time I can see you’re small enough to have plenty of room on my bed to trash and squirm while I go down on you.” his thumb traced small circles through her sweater before his palm drifted lower over her abdomen, toying with the beginning of her pants for a moment and then settling his hand on the small space between her tights, which shivered slightly around his wrist.
Musa’s skin felt alight and she couldn’t help the sinful twist on her mouth as she turned to look at a dark gaze rimmed with bright green.
She watched as Riven’s lips twisted in a large, full of dark mischief smirk.
Her throat felt rough and her lips were dry, hot air caressing them with each heavy breath she exhaled. She dropped her head and looked at him from under her eyelashes, her tongue darting out and licking her lips deliberately slow, his gaze following the movement.
“Yeah...” her voice trembled pleasurably; her fang caught her lower lip in anticipation. “Okay, it’s the first time I’m in your room.”