Page 48 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

The terror and friction combine. My body clenches.

I come. Hard. A desperate sound tears from my throat—half scream, half moan.

The car wobbles violently. He almost loses it completely, overcorrects, tires smoking. Manages to slide into the Point Dume overlook parking lot. We stop inches from the guardrail.

"Jesus fuck—Mira—did you just—"

We're both panting. The engine ticks. Waves crash against rocks below. The whole car smells like burned rubber.

"Get out."

"I can't—I can't move. Everything's too—" But he's already out, already around the car. My door flies open. Cool ocean air hits overheated skin.

"Did you just come from—" His eyes are wild, confused, aroused. "From the curves? From me almost killing us?"

"Shut up. Just shut—"

"You came when we almost crashed. When I lost control—"

"I said shut up."

But he's already lifting me out, moving around to set me on the warm hood. The metal is warm through my jeans. His hands shake as they find my zipper.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever—fuck, you came from the danger—" He's babbling as he works my jeans down. They're so tight he has to peel them off. "From me almost killing us both—"

The night air hits my soaked pussy. I'm dripping, swollen, oversensitive.

"Need to taste you." He drops to his knees between my thighs without hesitation. "Need to know how you taste when you come from fear."

The ocean breeze hits my exposed skin, but his breath is hotter. He looks up at me, eyes wild with need and something darker. Possession.

"You're fucking soaked." His voice is rough with awe. "All from trusting me to almost kill us both."

His mouth finds my clit, tongue circling slowly, deliberately. The first touch sends a jolt straight through my pussy. I come instantly, back arching against the warm hood, a broken cry tearing from my throat.

"Jesus, Mira—" He pulls back just enough to watch my face as I shatter. "The way you look when you let go..."

But he doesn't give me time to recover. His mouth returns, tongue flicking faster now, more insistent.

"I can taste how scared you were," he murmurs against my pussy, the vibrations making me clench. "How wet fear makes you. It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever—"

His words dissolve into action. Tongue flat against my clit, then pointed, tracing patterns that make my hips buck involuntarily. I'm hypersensitive from the first orgasm, every nerve ending screaming.

"Too much—Jax, I can't—"

"Yes, you can." His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, keeping me from escaping the relentless pleasure. "You're going to come for me again. And again."

Another orgasm builds, stronger than the first. My hands find his hair, gripping tight enough to hurt. He groans against me, the sound vibrating against my clit.

"That's it, killer. Pull harder. Take what you need."

The roughness in his voice, the way he wants me to use him, sends me over the edge again. This climax tears through me like wildfire, my whole body convulsing against his mouth.

"Fuck, the way you taste when you come—" He doesn't stop, tongue moving in maddening circles. "Like danger and need and something I want to drown in."

My thighs shake around his head. The metal hood is slick beneath me, my body boneless and desperate all at once.

"Can't get enough," he growls, sucking my clit between his lips. "Could do this forever. Could live between your thighs and die happy."