Addictive Lunacy
straight towards the first elevator that opened up. Of course, I followed, my heart pounding and my dick following suit. I hadn’t noticed until too late what a mistake it was to walk behind her.
    She cut in front of another couple that had been waiting. I gave them an apologetic smile while following her straight in. They must have sensed the tension between Liv and me because they didn’t bother trying to get in.
                  And Liv didn’t even bother to try to wait for them. She hit the button to close the door and the moment it did, we were closed in together. Her scent was even stronger than I remembered.
    I heard myself groan, my eyes frozen on her. The bouquet in my hand was being crushed in my fist, a byproduct of me trying to hold back from grabbing her.
    Liv was repeatedly pressing the button leading to her floor even though the elevator had already started moving.
    I smirked, taking in how she lightly trembled.
    “Are those for me?” she finally asked, voice breathless and low as she looked at the flowers in my hand.
    “Yeah,” I replied, hearing how gruff my voice sounded.  I handed her the flowers, careful not to touch her hand.
    We were too wound up. The fact that she seemed just as anxious as me was only fueling my need. If I touched her at any time before we were in her apartment, whoever happened to get into the elevator would be in for one hell of show.
    Liv took the flowers with shaking hands. I watched her, unable to even blink, as she brought the bouquet up to her face and inhaled delicately.
    I exhaled sharply, shocked by how the color of the flowers seemed to reflect off her cheeks. It was delicious , the red that shown just beneath the first few layers of her skin.
    I ached to lean in and nuzzle her face. Press my lips to that succulent cheek then follow them with my teeth. Suck in the taste of her until I was completely drunk by it... Just imagining it was enough to make me dizzy.
    Liv lowered the flowers, her hands still shaking. I watched her, wondering what she was thinking. My head turned at the sound of the elevator opening. A small hand latched onto my collar. I jerked, feeling heat attack every vulnerable cell.
    I turned my head, knowing my face showed how shocked I was. Liv pulled on my collar, catching me by surprise. God help me, the girl used her hold to bring me closer. My mouth was gaping, all I could do was stare at her, and I'm pretty sure I kind of came.
    A little.
    I couldn't help it. The girl looked furiously hungry.
    And she was dragging me out of the elevator.
    “Livana...”
    “You really came,” she whispered , breathless, pressing herself against me right as the doors closed behind us.
    I opened my mouth, not even sure what I was going to say. Liv bit her lip, effectively making me choke on thin air. Lust slammed into me when she leaned in and pressed those hot lips against my own. She didn't even give me time to think before I felt her tongue sliding and connecting with mine.
    My hands were instantly on her. Everywhere. Just like that night in the bar.
    A roar was building somewhere. I could hear it. Could she hear it, too? I don't know how I ended up with my back against the wall. Don't remember much passed the pounding that was abusing every cell in my body.
    Especially the ones in my dick.
    My whole body sang from how perfect she felt. So good. Her scent made my stomach clench. I heard myself snarling as I pulled away. Liv's little hand was nothing less than vicious as she clawed at my shoulder.
    The man in me purred with triumph. My nymph answered me with a whimper, the kind that made my thighs quake. My blood was hot...abusive through my tortured veins. Having her in my arms again was almost...holy. A part of my soul felt too open.
    Exposed.
    It's like I was watching it being shackled, the collar of its imprisonment tight and unforgiving.
    Perfect.
    “ Oh , Calum...”
    Fuck, yes.
    My fingers dug into her ass. I knew it had to border on painful,

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