Page 51 of Playing With Danger

I didn’t know what he wanted me to watch and I wasn’t sure I had it in me to concentrate on anything beyond what was happening between my legs.

Valentine shifted his weight to his elbow, allowing his other hand to skim up my ribs over my breast, up my chest until he gently used his hand at my throat to keep my face where he wanted.

That’s when I saw it.

Steel-blue eyes unfocused with pleasure.

“Come for me, honey,” I begged softly.

With a groan he drove his cock so deep, I fought to keep my eyes open.

Then I watched.

Oh, yeah, I watched as his eyes rolled, his lids went heavy, his face in rapture as he emptied himself inside of me. It felt like it went on forever. His cock twitched and jerked, his body above me stone-still, the grunts of relief filling the room.

I was well and truly addicted. I wanted to see that again and again and again.

Maybe for a lifetime.

I never wanted anyone else to ever witness the beauty that was him.

It was mine.

All mine.

I wanted that with a fierceness I’d never felt.

“Fuck,” he snarled.

The severity of his tone had me blinking.

“What—”

His hand tightened on my throat. His features no longer held the vestiges of satisfaction; his eyes were still lit but anger was hedging out the desire.

Fear gripped my insides.

“Shh, Sophie.” The softness of his tone contradicted his actions. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“I took you hard, baby. You didn’t stop me but I lost control.”

He looked pained as he said the last part.

“I don’t want you to keep your control,” I told him. “I want you just as mindless as you make me. I want you with me, feeling what I’m feeling. So totally out of control all you can do is chase the pleasure.”

His eyes flared in a sexy way that made putting myself out there worth it.

“Mission accomplished, baby.”

That was good news.

“Then why do you still look pissed?”

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