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feel of her soft lips I couldn’t restrain myself. I devoured her, my tongue seeking entrance into her mouth aggressively. Instantly, her lips parted and I swallowed a moan that slipped from her throat. My tongue slid over hers, tasting her, sweet and potent, like perfectly ripe apples. My hands gripped her hips tightly and dragged her to me, our hips crashing together. She must have been able to feel the hardness that suddenly roared to life at the feel of her and I briefly thought it might be enough to scare the shy little thing away.
     
    But the thought fled almost immediately.
     
    Instead of being scared away, her hands went to my waist, her delicate fingers slipping through my belt loops. Then she jerked me forward, urgent and surprisingly strong. A growl rose up in my throat at the action, starting low in my chest until it slipped out into her hungry mouth.
     
    Her leg lifted just as I thought to slide my hand down lower onto her thigh. Perfect. She curled it around me so that I felt her calf pressing against my rear, pressing and pulling me closer to her. My hand found bare skin finally and I slid it back up afterwards so that I could slide the soft fluttery material of her white summer dress up her thigh, getting higher and higher until I felt the edge of her panties.
     
    If it was possible, I got harder.
     
    She moaned and I broke the kiss to slide my lips lower, licking and nipping at the bare flushed skin of her neck.
     
    “Alexei,” she breathed, desire and what might have been begging leaking from her voice.
     
    I decided right then and there to take her home. I needed that dress off. I needed those panties that I’d just found off. And I needed to bury my raging hard on in her more than I’d needed anything in a long time.
     
    “I’m taking you home,” I growled into her ear just before tugging on the lobe with my teeth. She shuddered eagerly.
     
    “Yes,” was all she could get out, and it was enough for me.
     

Chapter Three
    Susanna
     
    I had been in the city for nearly four years now. I was on my last semester at school, nearly graduated, and it only just occurred to me the other night that I hadn’t done much in the city. My nights were filled with late night latte runs and more studying than could possibly be healthy for a twenty-four-year-old woman. I decided I needed to be out living my life. Yes, my degree in art was incredibly important to me, as was being here in the city at college. My father had made me stay two years after graduating high school to help with the failing farm—which I’d been okay with, because I loved him dearly—and it had only been by getting that scholarship and working hard that I’d been able to go to school at all.
     
    But school couldn’t be the only thing in my life, right?
     
    With this sudden realization in mind, I decided I needed a night out on the town. A town I’d barely even seen. I wasn’t a child anymore, so I decided I should go to the bar. I’d barely had more than a couple of drinks over the course of my entire life, thanks to my big brother, but I was of legal drinking age now and it was time to go out and experiment.
     
    I didn’t know where to go so I did a quick search on the internet. Everyone said the best place in town was this place called Selene—a place within a short distance, meaning the cab fare wouldn’t be outrageous. That was my destination, I decided.
     
    It took about twenty minutes to get there and if I hadn’t been wearing the only nice dress I owned, I would probably have just walked instead of taking the cab. Most of that time was spent sitting in traffic, so I probably could have walked in the same amount of time.
     
    The bouncer took a long time to convince that my ID was real—everyone was saying that I still looked like I could be in high school, though I knew my breasts were large for an adult woman, much less a sixteen-year-old—but, finally, he let me in. I was flushed with excitement, the bar