Page 92 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

“Oh… yes,” he rasps, his voice laced with primal desire. “Tighter.”

My nails dig into his skin on the back as I grip him tighter. He groans against me, coaxing me to bite his lower lip. The taste of his flesh and his muffled cries create new connections in my brain. His reactions are so raw. So real.

He genuinely enjoys me touching him.

He’s mine.

The scent of our mingling sweat interweaves, creating a captivating aroma in every corner of the room.

That masterpiece of a man is mine.

Our hurried breaths sync up, matching the rhythm of our bodies moving in harmony. Then, his body stiffens.

What if he comes before I do? Will he stop?

But just as I have that thought, Kai withdraws my hand from his throbbing cock and places it on his thigh. “Not yet,” he grunts. “Make it hurt.”

I dig my nails into his flexing muscles, mimicking the pace of his fingers inside me. His hips buck against me, trembling with frustration as his peak slips away.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

I’m so scared he’ll stop.

With each of his struggles, my pleasure grows until finally, I come on his fingers, my hand clutching onto the firm muscles of his thighs.

My climax leaves me panting and spent yet yearning for more.

“That was too damn easy.”

So arrogant.

“I want more.” And a deep blush covers my face and chest.

Oh, my. I asked for more.

He chuckles darkly, and it sends shivers dancing across my skin.

I wait for Kai to say it’s his turn to push my head down, but instead, he plants a trail of gentle kisses down from my neck to my collarbone before finally reaching my chest.

Doesn’t he want to come?

His tongue expertly teases my nipple into peaks while his other hand continues its gentle strokes.

Maybe I need to act.

Desperate to unravel the mystery that is Kai, I grind against him, but he pays no attention to it.

“A little impatient, are we?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yes.” I whimper while I explore his sculpted back, neck, shoulders, arms, and abs. Each scar tells a tale of his resilience.

Satisfaction fills me as I press into the soft flesh where I stitched him up earlier.

“Does it still hurt?” I ask, running my fingers gently around the region.

“I can’t even feel it.”

But then he thrusts against me, and his dick pokes right between my thighs. A sharp intake of breath and a tightness in my chest makes my heart accelerate.

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