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Then, her fingers yanked at my hair as her hips bucked up.

God.

The button snapped open, and my hand snaked down, lower, until it palmed her over her panties. Her damp panties.

I bit down on a growl more animal than human, as my hips stuttered forward in a jerky motion I couldn’t stop.

I wanted to tear off her clothes.

I wanted to feel her against me, skin on skin.

My teeth ached with the need to be inside her.

“Oh, f-f-fuck.” Her voice splintered, the sound cracking through me like a whip, before her head fell back and her eyes snapped shut, hips twitching and bucking into my touch.

Christ, Mia.

My teeth grazed her nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp.

I pressed a little harder before my fingers drew slow circles over her clit, and another electric ripple shot through her.

“What happened to ‘someone might come’?” I taunted, lips a cruel line before ducking to paint a beautiful bruise between her breasts.

Her eyes flew open, settling on mine, and I could almost see the panic through the haze of lust.

She tried to glare, but only managed to look deliciously needy: eyes glazed over and half-lidded, mouth red and swollen, chest stuttering under rapid, shallow breaths.

This side of her might just be my favourite.

My lips trailed down, sucking another bruise on the soft skin under her sternum, then another, lower, until they paused at the waistband of her pants and tugged into a slow, knowing smirk as my eyes burned into hers.

Her grip on my hair tightened, as if urging me on.

The zipper whizzed open, and my gaze dipped.

Right near her hipbone, under the panty line, lay the little heart tattoo she’d taunted me with—a curved swipe of ink so delicate, it looked as though it would come right off.

“Found you,” I rasped.

My thumb swiped over it with something akin reverence, before my smile pressed against it.

Then, the thought hit me like a kick to the guts: all that stood between my mouth and her was a scrap of fabric, my self-control and her feeble, whimpered defiance.

“Use your words, Mia.” I purred, voice like velvet, but the hunger underneath was impossible to mask. “You want me lower?”

The blush turned furious as her teeth sank into that plush bottom lip, and my molars ached with the urge to do the same.

“Answer me.”

My lips drew over the invisible line of her waistband over and over, eyes dark and holding hers captive.

“Y-yes,” she stammered out in a shaky, breathless whine that made my cock throb.

“Yes, what?” I rasped, voice scraped raw against my throat.

My fingers tugged her pants down an inch, lips covering the newly exposed strip of pale skin at once.

Another bruise, another whine, another crack in my rapidly splintering composure. I focused on the grounding sensation of the warm wool under my palm, and didn’t budge.