Page 78 of Reluctant Rebel

Mikhail reached out, cupping the soft mounds in front of him. Her nipples turned painfully hard in an instant. “Deal.”

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Jinx moaned, swaying into Mikhail’s large hands as they massaged her breasts. A warm flush crept up her neck, partially from lust and partly thanks to embarrassment. The memory of her tears, hot and uncontrolled, against Mikhail's chest, made her cringe inwardly.

She had always prided herself on her composure, on keeping her pain tightly reined. Yet there she was, sobbing like a child in his arms, all her carefully constructed walls crumbling to dust. Despite the mortification of losing control so completely, Jinx couldn't deny the profound sense of relief she now felt. It was as if a heavy, oppressive weight had been lifted from her chest, allowing her to breathe freely for the first time in years. It made her hopeful for the future. And it was all thanks to the man in front of her.

She traced her fingers along Mikhail's jawline, feeling the beginnings of rough stubble beneath her fingertips. His jade eyes locked onto hers, filled with a hunger that made her breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. The kiss quickly deepened as weeks of pent-up desire came rushing to the surface. His strong hands gripped her waist,pulling her flush against him. She gasped at the contact, feeling his hardness against her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as their kisses grew more heated. She tugged lightly, eliciting a low groan from him that sent shivers down her spine. His hands roamed her back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Pulling back so she could gasp in a few much-needed breaths, she watched hungrily as he shoved his still-damp swimming shorts off. He didn’t hesitate or ask her if she was sure; he simply trusted her word.

I could fall for you so easily,she thought.One day ...But for today, she was struck mute by the sight before her.

His cock was fully erect, long and wide, with an angry red tip that was already shiny and wet. She wanted to know what it felt like—what ittastedlike. Scooting forward on her knees, she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking experimentally. Mikhail groaned, his head falling back on his neck as he cursed to the sky. She smoothed her thumb over his engorged head, revelling in the trembling of his thighs. Bringing her thumb to her mouth, she licked the fluid off, humming as the flavours burst over her tongue. Her tiger stood up and took notice, primal heat bursting to life. Jinx swore when she felt her gums tingle, and she rested back on her heels.

“Jinx? Is everything okay? Did you change your mind?” Mikhail asked, looking concerned.

“Are you kidding? After getting a look at that thing bobbing between your legs?” She nodded to his gorgeous dick. “Not on your life. I’m just trying to control my tiger. She, ah, likes the look and taste of your dick, too.”

Mikhail looked stunned at first, then smug. “You don’t say.”

Jinx shook her head, amused and turned on in equal measure. “She wants to lock her teeth into you. My gums are itching like my canines are going to descend. I just need a minute.”

“Ah. Gotcha,” Mikhail said, making Jinx giggle. The fact that she could do so while half-naked and on her knees in front of an erect demon felt like a miracle to her.

Mikhail waited patiently until she and her tiger got themselves under control. She was impressed that his dick didn’t soften one bit. And as she finally took him into her mouth, she rejoiced from the feel of all that hard, hot flesh against her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a strong suction as she moved her head back and forth, letting his cockhead hit the back of her throat a little more each time. Gagging on man-meat wasn’t her favourite thing, but feeling the coiled, barely restrained lust in Mikhail’s body as he fought not to come, made her dizzy with power.

Hot wetness flooded between her legs, and she sat on her heel, creating friction against her clit. She gasped, rocking against herself, feeling an orgasm building.

“Are you fucking yourself as I fuck your face?” Mikhail demanded, his pupils blown as he looked down at her.

His chest was wet with sweat and heaving with his breaths, and Jinx noticed for the first time that he had his hands locked tightly behind his back.So he doesn’t grab your head. So he doesn’t pressure you or make you feel trapped,her mind supplied. She pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You can touch me. And yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Sweet hell,” Mikhail muttered. He moved so quickly that all Jinx could do was yelp when he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her in a frenzy of need.

He tore at her swimming costume, exposing her to the humid air—and his wandering hands. His claws elongated slowly from the tips of his fingers, tracing erotic patterns across the skin of her arse. When he stroked the back of a claw over her wet folds from behind, she shuddered, arching her neck intohis marauding mouth. Her breath hitched as he nipped at her sensitive skin, leaving small marks in his wake but never breaking the surface as promised.

A few breathless moments later, Mikhail lowered her to the grass, his body hovering over hers. “Position?”

“Huh?” Her brain wasn’t working at maximum capacity. Especially because she had her palms filled with the King’s muscled backside. She squeezed the taut flesh, gasping when Mikhail thrust against her, his shaft pushing against her folds.

“Fuck,” Mikhail snarled. “Wait.” He held himself off her, saying, “Is this position okay for you? If you don’t want me on top of you, I’m versatile.”

His fake leer and dancing eyebrows made her grin, even as his consideration of her feelings made her melt. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his face close to hers. “This position is fine for me. Thank you.” She kissed him languidly to show her appreciation before retreating. She wanted to be brutally honest with him. He deserved that much. “But it may not always be. Sometimes, I’m okay with having weight on me, and sometimes, I’m not. Sometimes, I like having my hands secured; other times, it triggers flashbacks. It’s unpredictable.”

“Understandable,” Mikhail assured her, staring into her eyes. “Thank you for telling me.” Jinx ducked her head, causing him to chuckle. “You’re too adorable, you know that?”

Jinx glared at the sexy, playful man above her. “Adorable? You need to do better than that if you want to stick that tree trunk you call a cock inside of me.”

“What?!” Mikhail sputtered.

“Oh, please. Don’t pretend this isn’t a thing of beauty,” Jinx scolded, grabbing his dick and giving it a firm tug.

Mikhail hissed, his hips jerking violently. “I’m glad you approve. And I can do better than adorable, though it’s true.” He straddled her waist, keeping most of his weight off her. Thenhe ran his hands over every inch of her body, praising every blemish, line, and freckle. “Your skin feels like silk beneath my hands. Every curve and line of you is a testament to your beauty and grace. It’s like you were carved from the loving hands of an expert sculptor.”

She probably should have scoffed and shoved him off her, telling him he was laying it on a little thick. But damned if his words didn’t ring with sincerity. “Yep. That’ll do it.”

“Perfect,” he said with a smile, swopping down and claiming a hard kiss.

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