Page 218 of The Darkest Chase

“When did you get so brazen?” He smiles slowly.

I’m writhing in his grip, pressed against the wall, straining toward him—then crying out as he catches my nipple and pinches deliciously.

Just right.

So right.

God, he always knows how to tease and how to make the pleasure feel ten times better, amplifying it with that sizzle until I’m panting as he toys with it over and over again, my eyes squeezing shut. I jerk at my wrists.

“Micah!” I plead.

I can’t stand it anymore—and apparently neither can he.

A second later, he’s not just pinning me with his grip but with his body, pressed against me from head to toe and letting me feel every muscular inch of him against my bare skin, his cock hard and straining through the cotton of his pants to nudge my belly.

His mouth storms over my neck, my shoulders—all bites and kisses, raw and wonderful, urgent and needy, pushing me to breaking point.

When his rough hand slips down and shoves my legs apart, I nearly lose it.

Of course, he finds me soaked.

He gently pinches my clit, locking eyes before he plunges two fingers inside me, giving me a savage taste of his desire.

Then, it’s so on.

He plays.

He torments.

He claims everything I am.

He steals my breath until I’m sagging from his grip. My knees go weaker with every commanding thrust of his fingers, every roll of his thumb over the aching bud of my clit.

He bites down on my neck a little harder, a promise as he growls, “…how do you want me, Talia?”

I tremble as I realize what he’s asking.

If—after everything I’ve been through—I can take him as he is.

Love him like he needs, no matter how rough he might be tonight.

“As hard as you want,” I whisper, holding his silvery-blue eyes and arching until my thigh rubs his cock, begging to have him inside me. “As yourself.”

Hellfire ignites in his eyes.

An inferno that tells me he’s missed me just like I’ve missed him.

Fire, everlasting, proving he craves me with the same crazy energy as I crave him.

I’m so tuned in to his touch that it’s like we’ve been apart for years, not days—and the absence makes everything so much more intense.

That’s why I feel it in my bones when he takes me.

No gentleness.

No hesitation.

He lets his pants fall and his fingers dig into my ass, lifting me against him.

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