Page 86 of Beautiful Exile

He released my wrists and pulled a wrap off. I wasn’t even aware of them hitting the mat until his fingers were tangled in the strap of my tank and bra. His eyes collided with mine. “You tap out; this all ends.”

My free hand slid through his hair, fingers tightening in it, tugging just enough to bring a flicker of pain. Heat. “Youtap out; this all ends.”

Linc grinned—the kind that knocked me senseless. And this one almost did, literally. He didn’t miss his opportunity to get the upper hand, rolling us so I was beneath him again. Only this time, he settled between my legs. Had our clothes magically disappeared, this man would be primed to slide inside me.

And holy hell, did I want that.

Linc ground against me, sending flickering sparks dancingthrough me and forcing a mewl from my mouth. He nipped my lip. “Those sounds. Like a kitten purring, all pliant and perfect.”

I’d never been described aspliant.

I bucked against Linc, making him harden more, then curse. But he did it with a grin. “Okay, maybe she has claws.”

My neck strained as I reached up to nip his lip. To give as good as I got. Linc’s tongue drove in. Demanding. Dominating.

His fingers moved back to my tank, and he tore his mouth from mine as he pulled down the straps of my tank and bra. “Don’t make me miss this show.”

I sucked in a breath as my back arched, not in any sort of fight tactic but welcoming him, beckoning him closer.

“Fucking perfect. Like those nipples were dipped in cherry juice. Wonder if they taste like that, too.” Linc’s head dipped, and he pulled the bud into his mouth.

My body bowed. I was the puppet, and Linc was the master, pulling every string in perfect synchronicity. I whimpered but didn’t give a damn as Linc’s tongue worked my nipple, tugging so hard I felt it in my clit.

My mouth opened in a silent cry as I rocked against him. “Linc,” I whispered. “Need you inside me.”

Linc’s lips released my nipple with a pop, his face coming to hover over mine. “The first time I’m inside you, it’s not going to be after a day from hell or in search of something to take the edge off. It will be because you want nothing and no one but me. Your body will weep for me, and you’ll beg me to take you. And you can be goddamned sure I’m going to take my time.”

My lips parted on a silent inhale as an argument rose. I wasn’t above begging right fucking now.

Linc stilled my words, putting two fingers over my mouth. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to take care of my girl. Gonna let you spill all that darkness pooling inside you into me. Gonna take it all. Everything you have to give.”

Normally, someone shushing me would’ve guaranteed a knife to the throat, but I was too caught up in Linc’s words, his promises.Wetness gathered between my thighs as my tongue darted out, wrapping around Linc’s fingers and pulling them into my mouth.

I sucked deeply, taking in the slightly salty taste of sweat combined with Linc’s natural flavor. I swore he even tasted like bourbon.

He groaned and rocked into me. More sparks spread, my core tightening around nothing, crying out to be filled. I arched into him. This time, Linc cursed.

His hand moved, sliding between our bodies to the hem of my shorts. He stroked me through the thin cotton of my underwear, and I whimpered, shuddering at the tease.

“Fucking soaked, but we can do better,” Linc growled.

His fingers slipped beneath my underwear, gliding over my slit, back and forth as if he were in no hurry. My hips rose to meet the caress as Linc’s other hand tangled in my hair. I tried to move in search of more or quicker, but Linc wouldn’t let me play that game.

I let out a snarl of frustration.

He only grinned down at me, those strong fingers tightening in my hair. “My vicious girl. Love that fire.”

His words had me stilling, fear striking out, but I was already gone. Lost to this man and his touch, his understanding.

At my stillness, Linc slid two fingers inside. His eyes fluttered closed as if he were memorizing the moment. “Fucking perfect.”

His eyes opened, and his fingers began to move, in and out in an alternating pattern I couldn’t ever quite pin down. Sometimes it was a twist. Other times, a drag against my walls. Occasionally, a stretching glide.

And through it all, I never lost him. Couldn’t take my eyes off his.

“You’re doing such a good job. Taking exactly what I give you. Feeling it all.”

My walls trembled around his fingers, ready to break.

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