Page 49 of Playing With Danger

My excitement surged at his rough tone.

“More?”

There was more?

His hand tightened on my hip and I hoped he left bruises. I wanted to wear his mark of need on my skin. I wanted to remember the way he took excruciating care not to hurt me. I never wanted to forget the way his eyes held mine as my body welcomed him.

I wanted this moment forever.

“Sophie, baby, I need you.”

Okay, that, I wanted to remember forever.

Slowly I glided up; even slower, I glided down, groaning as I took the last of him.

“God. Fuck. Christ,” he bit out.

I panted.

“So goddamned beautiful.”

I panted more.

“Prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

His hand skimmed over my thigh, went between my legs, and his thumb zeroed in on my clit.

My hips jerked.

“Stay still, Sophie.”

I wasn’t sure that was possible, but for him I’d try as long as he kept at my clit.

“Good, baby.” His thumb pressed harder. “You’re gonna come just like this.”

Yeah, I was.

I rocked my hips and cried out when he pinched my clit.

“Be still, Sophie,” he demanded.

Oh, God, that was hot.

Seriously freaking hot.

His thumb went back to circling. His eyes never left mine. The intensity with which he was watching me would’ve been frightening if it didn’t make me feel so desired.

Right then it was just us. Me and him. There was no one else in the world. Nothing more important than us and the way we were connecting.

“You feel so good,” I groaned. “I need to move, honey.”

“Not yet.”

I thought about disobeying him. I thought about how good it felt when he pinched my clit. I thought about how good the downward glides felt. The only thing that stopped me was the wave of pleasure that had consumed me.

“That’s it, Sophie,” he growled.

“Valentine.” His name came out in three syllables.

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