Page 111 of The Darkest Chase

“Let it fucking go, girl,” he whispers with a firm hand pressed against my throat. “Give me your fireworks.”

He doesn’t stop as I thrash under him, a punished mess, drunk on his ecstasy.

And my eyes slip open as I realize he’s watching me.

He’s been watching me this whole time, looking at me like there’s nothing else in the world.

For just a moment, that look catches me off guard, strikes my heart, and it’s that moment of distraction that’s his undoing.

He bares his teeth and pours his gaze into mine.

There’s one final thrust, plunging to my depths, where it’s impossible to go further.

His back stiffens like a human hammer slamming into me, a reverberating strike.

“Fuuuck!” He’s roaring when his cock swells.

His eyes pinch shut, his head whips back, his fingers bite my skin, and his hips bruise mine.

I feel like shattered crystal, thrown back into a full force of a new orgasm before the first one ever finishes.

I dissolve into bliss, clenching and shuddering and fighting to breathe, alive with one thought as I experience the greatest high of my life.

Somehow, I fell in love with Micah Ainsley.

And this mistake is going to tear me apart.

Micah feels good wrapped around me.

I snuggle deeper into the sheets with him pressed to my back, his arm tight around my waist.

The sweat on my skin should be chilling, but all I can feel is warmth from the place where his palm imprints against me to the lingering burn of the bite marks on my throat and shoulders.

I’m honestly not sure what to say right now.

I never thought he could even see me that way, no matter how close he came when he was drunk.

This was Micah sober.

This was heart and soul.

I’m not even sure how to ask what this means.

After a lazy, quiet moment, he kisses my shoulder. “I suppose I should stop arguing with you about being my femme fatale spy.”

“That’s what it takes to convince you? Sex?” I giggle.

He lets out a low growl and lightly bites the back of my shoulder. “That may have had some influence.”

“Oh, good. Now I know how to get you to do what I want.”

“Yeah?” I feel his smile curving against my shoulder. “Is there something else you want from me, Miss Grey?”

“Talia.” I laugh, snuggling in closer. “And no, I think right now, I have everything a girl could want.”

“You’d better.” He nips me again, then settles, leaning his sleek chest against my back a little harder. “I actually wanted to thank you.”

If I was warm before, my face nearly combusts now. “For having sex with you?”

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