Chapter 22

Eliza’s mouth crashed against mine, and I would never be the same. She tasted like whiskey and human blood, and her lips were softer than I could have imagined. Her tongue slipped past my lips in the same instant her fingers wound in the curls of my hair, and she pulled me into her as if the taste of my tongue was her life force.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever been kissed like that.

I lost myself in the taste of her. Every other person on the dance floor faded to nothing as she gripped the sides of my face and continued to kiss me. My hands drifted over the curves of her sides and settled on her hips, which hadn’t stopped grinding against mine.

In the dark, I forgot every time Eliza had walked away. I forgot every mean and entitled thing she had said to me. I basked in the shivers that trickled down my spine as a result of the tips of her fingers caressing my jaw. Her heart pounded against me, and I longed to lower my tongue to her chest and taste each and every beat.

I would have Eliza tonight—consequences be damned.

She nipped at my bottom lip, drawing blood as her fangs extended. I followed her vicious kiss with one of my own; I sucked her tongue into my mouth until she gasped in pain. My hand closed around her throat, holding her to me while I sucked and kissed and consumed her mouth like our lives depended on it.

I followed every step she took—not that I had a choice. Our souls were tethered to each other, and we would not be parted.

She was mine.

Elisa’s hands moved from my jaw to my shoulders. One skittered down my back, gripping my ass roughly. I yelped into her mouth, dragging my tongue along her fangs again. Eliza’s chuckle sent warm waves through me, straight to my core.

I didn’t even have time to clench my thighs together because she slipped her hand between them boldly, inching up the inside of my thigh.

“Can I touch you?” she whispered through the dark.

“Here?” I rasped, flicking my tongue against hers. I tried to glance around the dance floor nervously, but Eliza’s hand caught my jaw, crushing her mouth against mine.

“It’s a yes or no question, Sophie,” she growled.

God, the sound of her voice like that would be my undoing.

“Yes.”

Eliza’s hand brushed my core above my underwear, and I had to kiss her again to keep from yelping. She chuckled again, the sound like a moonlight sonata. I resisted the urge to look around, trusting that the closeness of our gyrating bodies was enough to shield the way she traced the hottest parts of me with her middle finger—up and down, up and down.

She continued the torturous movement until I was sure my knees would give out from under me, and only then did she brush aside my underwear and touch me.

At the first glide of her fingertips, she found where I was warm and wet for her. I covered my gasp in her mouth, though my care for our surroundings faded more and more with each passing moment.

“What if I made you come on this dance floor?” Eliza murmured, her voice somehow all I could hear, even over the pounding, pulsing music.

“Are you going to?” I countered.

“Most certainly,” she purred.

Her fingers found my clit then, tracing and circling in the gentlest of ways. I wondered if I’d ever been touched so reverently, like she was afraid I would shatter beneath her.

I would not break so easily.

Eliza worked me wonderfully, playing my clit like a fucking piano. My heart galloped with the music she composed, and I tilted my head back to gulp down more oxygen.

As I did, bits and pieces of my surroundings came back to me, though they only enhanced the experience. I felt each heartbeat in the room as if it were my own—faster and faster. Eliza and I continued to sway to the music, turning in a slow circle as she spread me wide and dipped her middle finger into me.

Thrust, and spin, and thrust, and spin.

My mind fragmented as I clung to the last pieces of my sanity. Eliza’s mouth found my throat and my clavicle, kissing and licking and sucking. Her tongue traced every inch of my exposed skin as she worked me closer and closer to release.

“That’s it, blondie,” she cooed, nipping my clavicle with her fangs. Blood leaked down my skin. “Come on my fingers.”

My body and soul came alive, and I came in the middle of the dance floor.

Eliza didn’t stop until I was a mess, gripping the front of her dress to keep myself standing. She slipped her fingers from me, holding one arm around my waist to keep me against her while she raised her wet fingers to her mouth.

I watched her taste me. I watched her eyes roll back into her head, and her moan sent a fresh round of shivers through me. She licked every drop of me off her fingers, then kissed me again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m sorry for everyth-”

I cut her off. “I don’t want to talk. I want to take you home and lick, suck, and fuck every inch of you.”

Fire ignited in Eliza’s eyes. “Lead the way.”