Page 719 of One More Kiss

Thick and hard, the head of his cock reached his belly button. He tilted his head, his chest swelling with a rough intake of air filling his lungs as he watched the way he glided his hand along his shaft and over the head.

Fucking magnificent.

Over and over he played, teasing the ridge, precum glistening as he dragged his thumb over the head and fisted the shaft once again. He licked his lips as though he wanted a taste and nothing had ever been as sexy as that look of hunger crossing his face.

Jaw tight, he flexed his hips, his abs rigid, and those long fingers digging into the padding of the chair behind his head as he fucked his hand over and over.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, the cords in his neck rigid, his breath huffing in and out as he went faster, harder—showing no mercy—to the point he made pleasure a punishment and I wanted nothing more than to taste that spot under his jaw with the sheen of sweat forming there under his short-cropped beard.

He grunted, the sound muffled through the glass, his back arched, as cum exploded from the tip.

Lungs heaving, he slumped back, his hand resting along his jeans. After a minute, he blinked a few times, glanced down at his hand, and brought his thumb and forefinger to his mouth and licked the cum off his skin.

My thighs quivered and everything inside clenched hard. A squeak snuck past my lips and I lost my balance, catching myself on the window ledge.

Narrowed eyes snapped to the window right as I dropped out of sight.

“Shit.”

The chair knocked hard telling me he’d gotten up.

I took advantage of the noise and scurried across his front porch to the other side of his door where the dark forest reached the edge of the cabin. I didn’t dare put my feet on the stairs so I slunk back and held my breath, doing everything I could to remain as still as possible.

The door snapped open and I closed my eyes, doing my best to school my breathing until he closed the door and I could retreat into the night.

I’d follow the dirt drive until it led to a road and I’d flag down help. I’d—

Pain shot through my hair as he yanked me back against him and dragged me through the door.

“Who sent you?” he asked, yanking my hair again, squeezing my body between him and the wall, his chest against my back as he shook and seethed.

“I don’t know how I ended up here,” I said, biting back the urge to cry out. Fuck any man who thought they could scare me, make me cower in fear.

Never again.

“Try again,” he growled against my ear.

“I have no reason to lie,” my voice came out in a rasp as his fingers reached around my throat and squeezed. “I was at the ceremony and I woke up in the woods.”

“The ceremony?”

“Yeah,” I gasped. “I’m thinking you know the one, Shadow.”

He spun me around then, his hand never leaving my throat, his fingers nestling right under my jaw as he pinned my back against the wall.

“Mia,” he breathed. His hot gaze drifted from my face, over my hard nipples, and down to my hips before meeting my eyes again, a slow, slick smile curling along his mouth. “Interesting.”

“Mr. Maxwell,” I murmured.

Only the Mr. Maxwell I knew from class vanished entirely, leaving a hungry predator in his wake.

Dizzy with lust, my arousal increasing with every second he held me immobile with his strong hand, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing down at his stomach to see if he’d at least cleaned himself up before he grabbed me.

There, over the curve of his muscle, white, milky and tempting, a small bit he’d left behind. “You missed some,” I said with a hiss as his hand tightened and his gaze landed where I had just looked.

His lips twitched and he leaned in, his warm breath fanning over my parted lips. “On your knees.”

“You can’t make me,” I shot back, fire in my eyes as instinct spurred me to defy his order.

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