Page 96 of Shadows of Steel

Lips. Teeth. Hands.

I grip her hips, pinning her against the door, devouring every sound she makes.

She’s the one who breaks away first, palming my chest, shoving me back just enough to force a step between us.

Without breaking eye contact, she turns and walks to the bed, sinking onto it, owning the moment.Owning me.

Her breathing is ragged, her eyes burning into mine. And then, in a voice so low, so devastatingly sure, it threatens to fucking ruin me.

“Kneel.”

A slow smirk curves at my lips. “There isn’t a soul, living or dead, who could bring me to my knees.”

Harlow holds my gaze. “And yet…” She tilts her head, eyes gleaming. “Here I stand.”

Fuck.

I hold her stare, unmoving, a war raging beneath my skin. I don’t kneel. Not for anyone.

Still, this woman,my woman, has commanded it.

My pride and my will clash, a battle fought in silence. But then, I realize the truth, the one that has been seeping into my bones since the moment I laid eyes on her. There is nothing I would deny. Nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her craving, to keep her mine.

Fuck it.

I drop to my knees before her. Not out of weakness, but because she is mine, and I am hers. My hands skim up her thighs, pushing her dress higher, exposing her bare, waiting pussy. I grip her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed, forcing her to lie back beneath me.

My voice is nothing but hunger. “Spread those legs for me, leonessa.”

And she does.

I drag my tongue over her clit, slow at first, teasing, savouring, before I circle it. She lets out a loud, desperate moan, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging hard, forcing me deeper. I smirk against her needy pussy, revelling in her impatience before I give in.

Like a starved man, I devour her.

I thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy, curling them just right as my tongue works her at the same time. Her thighs quiver, her body locking up, tension coiling tighter and tighter, until it snaps. I suck her clit into my mouth, hard and merciless, flicking my tongue over the swollen nub before grazing it lightly with my teeth. Her entire body jerks, a strangled moan escaping her throat as her fingers tighten in my hair, yanking, pulling, forcing me deeper.

She clenches around my fingers, a wrecked moan tearing from her lips as she shatters. Her first orgasm rips through her, raw and uncontrollable, her back arching as she cries out my name.

I don’t stop.

I lap up every drop, stroking her clit with my tongue, savouring her taste as I push her higher, dragging her straight into another orgasm.

I drag my tongue over her clit once more, basking in her taste, the way she still trembles beneath me. Her body is flushed, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

I lift my head, locking eyes with her. She looks wrecked. Perfectly ruined.Mine.

Her lips part, a desperate whisper slipping out. “I need you. Now.”

A slow, wicked smile curls my lips. “Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” My voice is rough, teasing, dripping with satisfaction.

She doesn’t deny it.

I rise to my feet, towering over her as I shrug off my jacket, tossing it aside. Her eyes track my movements, dark and hungry as her hands move to my shirt. She doesn’t unbutton, she yanks. Fabric tears, buttons flying as she drags it open, her fingers gliding over the hard planes of my chest, nails scraping just enough to sting.

“Impatient, are we?” I murmur, but I let her. I let her rip me apart.

My belt follows, then my slacks. I kick them aside, standing before her in just my boxer briefs, my cock straining against the fabric, thick and painfully hard. Her gaze drops, and her breath hitches.