Page 177 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

I catch her, yanking her jeans off one leg completely, then turning her around and lifting her against the post. Her legs wrap around my waist, one bare and one still trapped in denim, as I slide back inside, deeper from this angle. We both groan at the sensation.

"Look at me."

Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide, completely wrecked. She looks destroyed in the best way—makeup smeared, lips swollen, that perfect control shattered. And my chest tightens with something beyond lust.

"I love you." The words explode out of me, desperate and true. "I fucking love you, Mira."

Her eyes widen. For once, no calculated response ready. "Jax—"

"You don't have to say it back. Just needed you to know. Needed—fuck, you feel so good—"

"I love you too." She pulls my face down, kissing me with desperate passion. "Love you so much it terrifies me."

Something breaks loose in my chest. I start moving again, slow and deep, savoring every inch of her. But slow doesn't last. Can't last. Not when she's looking at me like that, not when sheloves me back, not when her pussy grips me like it never wants to let go.

My hips speed up, driving into her harder. The wet sounds of our fucking echo through the quiet vineyard, obscene and perfect. She's close again, I can feel it in how her thighs tighten around me, how her walls start to flutter.

"One more," I beg against her throat. "Please, baby. Come with me."

"Jax—I can't—"

"You can. You're so close. I can feel it."

The truck comes back, headlights catching us fully this time. Her back against the wood, legs around me, my hips pistoning into her. We're completely exposed, spotlit in our desperate coupling.

"Now," I growl, thumb finding her clit. "Come now."

She screams my name as she shatters, and I follow immediately, pumping into her with violent pulses. My vision whites out, every muscle seizing as I empty myself inside her, marking her, claiming her, loving her. I come so hard it almost hurts, cock pulsing again and again, filling her up.

We slide down into the dirt, both completely destroyed. Her shirt is ruined, buttons scattered. My back is scratched bloody from her nails. We're covered in vineyard soil and sweat and each other. My cock is still inside her, neither of us willing to separate yet.

"We're complete disasters," she says against my chest, but she's smiling—a real smile, not her calculated one.

"Made for each other then." I kiss her forehead, tasting salt and earth. "Roman can keep his secrets. The team can chase shadows. Alexei can play his games. Right now, all I need is right here."

"Just here?"

"My deadly dancer. My brilliant predator. My unexpected salvation." I pull her closer, still buried inside her, never wanting to leave. "Whatever war comes next, we've already won."

"How do you figure?"

"We found each other in all this darkness. That's the only victory that matters."

The truck makes one more pass, headlights illuminating our tangled bodies. This time, I wave with my free hand.

Mira laughs, the sound pure and real and everything. "You're insane."

"And you love me anyway."

"Yeah," she says, clenching around my still-hard cock deliberately, making me groan. "I really fucking do."

The phone buzzes from inside the cottage. Reality calling. Tomorrow we'll deal with Roman's resurrection, federal judges dying, Alexei hunting us, the team needing answers.

But tonight? Tonight she's mine, and I'm hers, and that's enough.