Page 153 of The Contract

My hands slide under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as she wraps around me, pressing herself closer, grinding against my cock like she’s just as wrecked as I am.

I break the kiss just long enough to move us, my steps purposeful, controlled.

My bedroom may as well be a mile away. Too far. Too long to wait.

I can’t hold off another fucking second.

She gasps when her back meets the cold marble of the kitchen counter, her body arching at the contrast of heat and chill.

Her legs are already spreading for me, resting over my shoulders as she props herself up on her elbows, watching me with those blown-wide hazel eyes.

She’s panting, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her body already chasing the pleasure she knows is coming.

And fuck, I’m desperate to give it to her.

I grip her thighs, my fingers pressing into her skin, sliding higher, my thumbs brushing over the damp lace of her panties.

“Look at you, baby,” I murmur, dragging my mouth along the inside of her thigh, watching her shudder beneath me.

“So fucking desperate.”

Her lips part, a soundless plea spilling from her as she grips the counter, her hips tilting toward me, seeking more. Needing more.

I don’t make her wait.

I hook my fingers into the delicate lace and tug it aside, exposing her to me, her slick glistening in the dim light of the kitchen.

A low growl rumbles from my chest as I lean in, my breath teasing against her sensitive skin.

Then, my tongue is on her.

A sharp, choked cry rips from her throat, her back bowing dramatically, her nails raking through my hair, tugging, anchoring herself as I devour her.

And fuck—she tastes even better than my fingers only a moment ago.

I groan into her, my tongue working her clit, licking, flicking, circling as her thighs tremble, her hips grinding up against my face.

She sounds so fucking perfect.

Her moans, the breathless way she gasps my name, the way she falls apart for me.

I don’t stop. I won’t stop.

Not until she’s screaming.

Not until she knows she belongs to me.

My tongue works her clit, slow and teasing before I flick it faster, circling, sucking, giving her exactly what she needs before pulling back just enough to make her whimper.

“That’s it, Trouble.”

I murmur against her soaked skin, my breath hot against her pussy.

“Let me hear how bad you fucking need me.”

She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, tugging, demanding, but I’m in control here.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, feeling her walls clamp around me, greedy, desperate.

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