Page 108 of The Darkest Chase

The second orgasm comes on harder than the first.

If the first O was a whiplash, the second is an avalanche, burying me until I’m a thrashing mess.

I can feel him in my depths, vibrating through me, turning my vision white.

For an instant, I’m pretty sure I’m gone—because when I come back, I’m struggling to breathe on a bed so hot it feels like a furnace.

Micah lifts his head, dragging his thumb across his gleaming red mouth with a satisfied smirk, so tense he looks like he’s about to snap.

“You good?” His voice could set the world on fire with the heat in it. “Not pushing too far?”

I shake my head quickly, if only because I can’t speak when I can’t breathe.

But it’s so different from an asthma attack.

It’s not my body failing me, but lifting me up.

For once, this tight ache in my chest feels just right instead of heralding panic.

After I catch my breath, I manage to talk.

“Not too far,” I whisper, even if the throbbing between my legs might disagree after two climaxes so close together. “What about you?” I ask.

And I can’t help how my eyes dip down.

There’s no missing the hard ridge of his cock against his blue slacks, tenting the fabric.

I don’t even need to see it to tell he’s huge.

Of course, he is.

And if I didn’t know better, I’d think there was a wet spot against the fabric.

Is he really that turned on? By me?

I’ve never felt more desirable as his slow, dark smile returns and carnivorous eyes rove over me.

I must look wrung out, shivering under him, already so well used.

“We’re getting there,” he growls. “Just want to make sure you’re keeping up.”

“Hey, I’m not that delicate.” I pout at him.

“Talia.”

And he’s hovering over me again—shrugging out of his shirt and the tight-stretched undershirt beneath, all dense muscle under white velvet.

His body cages mine, his hands cradling my face.

His fingers weave through my hair as he gazes down with skin-stripping silver eyes that could leave me in white-hot flames forever.

“Stop,” he growls. “Stop being defensive. Stop thinking I see you as something small and weak. I’m not coddling you, woman. I’m not sheltering you. I want you to feel good, and I want your body.” His lips press against my brow, a tenderness at odds with the blaze between us. “I couldn’t live with myself if I lost my mind in you and found out you didn’t enjoy it.”

I shiver.

There’s something searing in his voice, this subtle hint of real emotion. I’m so starved for it.

“It’s new,” I admit, leaning into him. His closeness is a comfort and a sweet, sexy torment. “But it’s a good new. I feel kinda wrecked, but I like it.”

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