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descended. She’d been distant and cool when first materializing
in his mind. Now that he was feeding her, he could feel her loosening up,
releasing some of the control she had on their session and her mind.
    Moving his hands up under the dress was a taste of delicious
torture. He could feel her smooth skin under his palms, feel her heat, but
could only imagine what she looked like. Were her legs long enough to wrap
around his waist if he hoisted her against the wall? Would they look pale against
his tanned skin? Did she have any freckles on her ivory skin or was it creamy
and unblemished? He groaned, his imagination fueling his thoughts, feeding his
desire to unwrap her like a present. He wanted to push the fabric off her legs
and catch a glimpse of the prize he was after, but the longer he waited the
better it would be.
    He watched her face as he stroked both hands up along her
legs. He stopped at her knees and skimmed his palms back down to her ankles,
lightly running his fingers over her skin. He grinned as she shivered under his
ministrations. He did the circuit again, up slowly along the outside of her
calfs then back down to her ankles. The feel of goose bumps under his touch
made him want to shout in triumph. She was reacting to the session even if she
didn’t want to.
    Dominick wanted to give her so much more. “Open your legs,
Victoria. Spread open for me, love.”
    She whimpered and complied, slowly opening her legs, pulling
the fabric taut across her knees. Gradually he pushed the dress up until it
pooled in dark folds over her thighs. He wasn’t ready to see her pussy. If he
caught a glimpse he knew it’d be over and he’d find himself buried in her wet
heat before his next breath. No. This was for her, to show her that someone
could see her, want her .
     
    Somewhere between transferring her consciousness to this
male’s mind and now, Victoria had lost control. She’d allowed him past her
mental barriers and couldn’t find a way to push him back out. The feel of warm
hands skimming over her skin was delicious. His palms were slightly rough,
scratching lightly along her flesh. She had to swallow a moan as he dragged
fabric up her legs in a slow, sensual torture. She shivered once again as her
dress lay cool and heavy across her lap. She wanted to beg him to take her. The
words lay poised on her lips. Only the thought of rejection kept them from
flying from her mouth.
    “Agree that you want to feel me. You’re already feeding from
me. Let me give you real passion along with the energy.” His whispered plea
pulled at something deep in her mind. She nodded her acceptance before her
logical brain could find reasons not to. Closing her eyes was the only way to
avoid showing him what the capitulation did to her. She’d not given control to
a male since before founding Sin.
    Warm puffs of breath tickled across her thigh and a shiver
raced along her spine. She let her head fall back against the couch and
marveled as the cool material counteracted the heat of her neck. Light strokes
along her calf made her moan. She jumped when moist lips pressed just above her
knee. The view of Nick’s dark head, still veiled in shadow, centered between
her thighs, was one of the most erotic things she’d seen.
    His lust flowed over her with a surge of power and she
gasped at the taste of it. If his essence were wine it’d be rich and full, aged
to perfection. It sated a need she hadn’t even realized she had. Shivers caused
goose bumps to erupt on every inch of her skin as she drank in his energy. A
moan left her lips and a gush of liquid heat flowed from her pussy. She wanted
to lick his skin to see if the energy coated him like a sheen of sweat.
    Warm hands spread her legs farther and a cool draft moved
across her heated flesh. Her eyes flew open just in time to watch her dress
melt away from her body, leaving her completely nude on the couch. She reached
for Nick, needing to feel some connection to the male who was