Page 98 of The Silent Note

But help isn’t coming.

There’s no Prince Charming with blonde hair galloping around to save her.

There’s only me.

The villain. The one who demands complete surrender. Who offers no mercy in return.

In the end, her fists flatten out. Her fingers scrape the smooth glass for purchase, sliding down and making long, alien-type strokes through the fog on the surface.

The sounds she makes are alien too. Some, thinly whimpering. Some, passionately guttural. Some, raw and sensual, like they belong to no particular auditory category. A music all her own. A song made for me.

The second time, she’s… well, notready.

But at least she’s not as surprised. Her body zings, back making a perfect arch as she stares at the roof of the car, with hermouth forming a small o. Her hands are gripping my neck and mine are nowhere to be found, disappearing as they are between her thighs.

The third time, I don’t give her a break and it turns into a fight. She’s grabbing fistfuls of my hair and scratching my shoulders. Biting and kissing are interwoven, one mistaken for the other. She’s working her hips like she has a one-woman vendetta against me.

And maybe she does.

Her smile, at least the bit of it I can see while my eyes roll back, is accomplished. As if she’d made it her mission to please me.

I groan her name and she joins me there like she understood the command.

After, Grey withers against me, her face fitted in the crook of my neck. Hot, heavy breaths hit my skin like a drumbeat. I smile lazily as her fingers run through my hair, mindlessly massaging my scalp.

I turn my face a smidge and kiss her temple. “Talk to me.”

“Let me… catch my breath first,” she pants, easing back.

“I’ll take that as a good sign.”

“Don’t be smug.”

“Being smug is a skill of mine, tiger. Among others. But you know that. Obviously.”

“You are…” she whispers.

“The best you’ve ever had?”

“Really annoying.”

“Is that code for ‘best you’ve ever had?’”

I’m relieved when she smiles at me. Relieved when she closes her eyes and lets out a long, satisfied exhale. Her breath is cool, clashing against the hot sweat running down my skin and sticking to my shirt.

I kept my T-shirt on, having learned my lesson from the other night. But Grey seemed to like groping my chest, so I’ll have to buy some shirts that are easier to manage with a sling.

She closes her legs and sits sideways on my lap. I bundle her closer, not to get inside her again. Just to feel her skin on mine. Her heat. The way her long, tight curls tickle my bicep.

I never knew a human being could be so precious. If I could, I’d carry her in my back pocket like a drumstick. Take her with me everywhere I go.

“Zane?” she whispers.

“Hm?” I stroke her hair and nuzzle my cheek against the top of her head.

“Thank you.”

A thousand suns explode in me all at once.

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