Page 106 of The Darkest Hour

Next, her arousal filled the air.

Fuck!

It was a lush potent mix of sweat, sex, and orange spice permeating the air.

The fevered scent of it tickled the back of my throat, igniting my primal instincts more fiercely than ever before.

It was in that moment that she ceased her struggling.

I smirked against her skin. “That’s right, wildcat. Just let go.”

Her breath hitched at my words, as if she had been waiting for this moment just as long as I had.

Despite her initial reactions, deep down she wanted this too, I could smell it all over her.

And with each passing second in our savage embrace on the ground, I could feel the fight further leaving Onyx’s body, her resistance melting, and her frame slowly adjusting to mine as if we were two parts of the same whole.

It was intoxicating, the way she slowly gave in, surrendering to the erotic darkness that we both knew had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface.

Groaning, I loosened my hold on her.

Onyx’s breaths came in shallow, trembling gasps, and she arched her back against me as if bracing herself for what would come next.

Mmmm.

I moved my hand from her mouth and trailed my fingers down her neck, feeling the pulse that throbbed beneath her skin.

Her voice came out in a low shiver. “When did you get out of the ropes?”

“I was almost out of the ropes before I told you to run.”

“Bloody hell.”

I grazed the sensitive hollow of her throat and Onyx moaned softly.

I licked my lips. “My sweet wildcat.”

She trembled under my touch. “If you were already. . .close to escaping the rope before I left. . .then why didn’t you just grab me much earlier?”

I deepened my smirk. “Because the hunt is just as important as the sex. Don’t you agree?”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. There was a subtle shift of her hips against mine as she pressed herself closer to me.

The air around us crackled with desire.

Slowly, I traced the outline of her form, my fingers mapping the soft curves and delicate planes that were uniquely hers, savoring the way her skin quivered under my touch.

“God you’re beautiful.”

Every inch of her felt like a discovery, a treasure that I was finally allowed to explore.

The way her breath hitched and her body responded to even the lightest brush of my fingers was intoxicating—a silent invitation to delve deeper.

To push her closer to the edge.

I leaned over her, my chest pressed against her back, my hands moving from her hips to slide up her curvy frame.

Her body twisted beneath mine, and it was a tantalizing dance of resistance and surrender as if she couldn’t decide whether to escape or melt into me completely.

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