Page 71 of The Last True Hero

She curled her hands backwards over the screen for balance, her thighs splaying wide. She was darker here, slick and wet. Adam nuzzled into the juncture of her thighs, breathing in her scent. The second his tongue touched her, she moaned.

"Oh, God," she breathed. "Yes!"

She’s so close....He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing that hard little knot with the tip of his tongue.

Mia came with a faint stifled gasp, as if, even now, she held a part of herself back.

And that wouldn't do.

One last gentle kiss against her mons, and Adam turned the shower off. Instantly they were surrounded by a curtain of heated mist. Water beaded on her skin. He licked it off, slowly rising to his feet.

"God, you make me wet."

"The next time you come," he told her, whispering the words in her ear, "I want to hear my name on your lips.”

Glazed eyes slowly focused on him.

Adam caught her in his arms, capturing her mouth. He'd lost any trace of control now. Mia bit his mouth as he hooked her legs around his hips and carried her toward the vanity. Lush breasts caressed his chest. Every inch of her stripped bare, and his for the taking. Setting her on the vanity, he kissed her once more, his ruthless fingers finding her again.

Sharp nails raked into his hair, and she gasped. "Oh, oh...oh."

Capturing her wrist, he dragged his mouth to her ear. "Turn around. Face the mirror."

A devilish light gleamed in her eyes. Mia panted openly. "Aren't you bossy?"

Always. If he was going to do this, then he wanted full control.

"Mia," he warned.

She turned, looking thoughtful again. Her broad shoulders curved down to narrow hips, and then that ass. He'd always been a breast man, but he'd make an exception for her ass. Adam dragged his fingernails over the soft flesh there. Mia bit her lip, bracing herself against the vanity.

"Are you wet?" he demanded, even though he knew the answer. She'd been dripping before.

Mia nodded, and he slapped her ass, cupping her there. She jerked in surprise.

"That's not an answer."

"Yes," she whispered.

He scraped a hand across the fogged mirror, revealing her startled face in the glass. Water droplets beaded together, and their images began to haze over again. But he could still see her. Adam bit her shoulder, tracing soothing circles on her ass where he'd slapped her with his hand. He reached for the condom and tore it open with his teeth. Its lubricated rubber slid down over the head of his cock, and then he rolled it on with one hand.

"Ever since I met you, I've barely been able to get you out of my mind," he snarled, the hot crown of his cock breaching her. "I wanted you. God, I wanted you. And maybe this is wrong. I promised I'd protect you—even from myself. But I can't be that man anymore, Mia. I'm not a saint." Just a man. One who wanted to touch heaven, just once. He flexed his hips and earned himself another inch inside her. Jesus. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't deny either of them any longer. "I want you too damned much."

Mia moaned as he slid all the way inside her, until his thighs slammed against her ass. Every molten inch of her locked around his cock like a vise. Adam lost himself in that moment, his eyelids fluttering open to find her watching him in the mirror. She'd wiped it again. All the better to watch him with.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, shaking with the need to claim more of her.

Mia shuddered. "More than okay."

He cupped her breast with one hand, damp fingers slipping over her nipple. The other slid between her thighs again, teasing her exactly where she wanted it. Mia's inner muscles locked on him like a clamp.

"Hold on," he murmured, thrusting hard within her.

Every thrust took him closer to the edge. He wound his fingers through her hair, dragging her head back to reveal her throat. Teeth skated over the smooth skin there. Mia jerked against his fingers.

"Harder," she breathed, that inner spasm locking tight around him as her body teetered on the edge. "More."

He'd leave marks on her skin with his fingers. But there was no stopping himself. Not anymore.