Page 78 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

"No more games. No more control. Just us."

"And if I don't like giving up control?"

"Then I'll have to convince you." I press my knee between her thighs, right against her pussy, while my hand stays on her throat. "But something tells me you're already convinced."

She gasps when I apply pressure with my knee, arching up into me despite herself. The heat radiating from her core burns through the thin fabric of her pants.

"You're different," she breathes.

"You wanted different." I rock my knee against her and watch her eyes flutter closed. "You practically begged for it."

"I did not—"

"Days of teasing." I lean down to bite her throat, tasting salt and that intoxicating perfume. "Testing me. Seeing how far you could push before I broke."

"Maybe."

"Wrong strategy." I release her throat to grab the bottom of her shirt. "Because now I know exactly what you need."

She helps me pull the shirt over her head, then shimmies out of her loose pants, and the sight of her in just red lace makes my vision blur. Perfect curves, dangerous beauty, and those eyes that have been seeing straight through me since day one.

"Jesus, look at you." My hands trace the curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist, learning the geography of her body. "So fucking beautiful it hurts."

"Better." She arches into my touch, goosebumps following my fingers. "Much better than the rambling."

"Oh, I'm still going to ramble." I lean down to bite the swell of her breast, hard enough to mark. "I'm just going to do it while I make you scream."

Her sharp intake of breath tells me she likes that idea.

I work my way down her body with teeth and tongue, tasting salt and something uniquely her beneath the perfume. When I reach the edge of her bra, I look up at her face.

"Still think I can't handle you?"

"The jury's still out."

I tear her bra off with one hand—the hooks snap, fabric ripping—and when I take her nipple between my teeth, she makes this desperate sound that goes straight to my cock.

"Verdict's coming in," I murmur against her heated skin.

My hands move with new purpose, thumbs pressing bruises into her hip bones while my mouth works lower. When I hook my fingers in her panties, she lifts her hips to help me slide them down.

"Spread your legs." The command surprises us both. "I want to taste what nineteen days of wanting me does to you."

She obeys, and the sight of her pussy, swollen and dripping, makes my mouth water. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating.

"Fuck, Mira. You're drenched."

I settle between her thighs, and when my tongue makes first contact with her clit, she cries out loud enough that Cole probably heard. The taste of her floods my senses—salt and sweetness and pure addiction.

"That's it," I growl against her. "Let everyone hear what I do to you."

I work her with my mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. When I slide twofingers inside her without warning, she bucks hard against my face.

"Jax, I'm going to—"

"Come." I curl my fingers while sucking hard on her clit. "Come on my tongue like you owe me."

She shatters with a scream that definitely reaches the rest of the house. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I work her through it until she's shaking, trying to close her legs.