Page 45 of Nanny for the Demon's Twins

I run my hands down his chest. "I want to see you."

I tug at Karn's shirt, a silent plea for him to bare himself to me. He obliges, ripping the fabric off with a swiftness that sends a thrill down my spine. His chest heaves, muscles shifting beneath my gaze. The scars from his craft crisscross his skin, a testament to his strength and dedication.

I run my hand along his torso, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. His violet eyes watch me, intense and hungry, but there's a warmth there too, a softness he reserves only for me.

And I want more.

"Mira," he starts, voice rough with need as he moves toward me again. But still, I evade him.

Instead, I hush him, sinking to my knees. His breath hitches as I work at the laces of his pants. A groan escapes him, low and deep, resonating within his chest.

"I had a great night, Karn." My voice is steady, sure. I look up, meeting his gaze. "And I want to show you."

Worry flashes across his face, a flicker of uncertainty. "That's not why I did it, Mira. You don't have to?—"

"I know." I cut him off, my hands still moving, fingers tracing the line of his hips. "With you, I know I never have to do anything. But I want this, Karn. I want you." I want new memories, new feelings, to have everything with Karn that others have tainted. "Why do you get to know how I taste but I don't get the same luxury?"

His eyes widen, pupils dilating. A growl rumbles in his chest. "You want to taste me?"

I nod, undoing his pants, freeing him. He's hard, ready, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking gently. His breath hitches again, his hands clenching at his sides as if he's holding himself back.

"Mira," he groans, my name a plea on his lips.

I lean in, my breath warm against him. His body tenses, anticipating.

Karn's breath hitches as I take him deeper, his hands clenching at his sides like he's holding himself back. His taste is earthy, raw, and I can feel the pulse of the thick vein running along the underside of his cock against my tongue. I look up, meeting his violet eyes, and the intensity there spurs me on.

"Mira," he growls, voice low and rough.

His fingers twist in my hair, not guiding, just holding, like he needs something to anchor him. I can feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short pants, muscles tensing.

I hum softly, the vibration making him groan. His grip tightens in my hair, a delicious sting that sends heat pooling between my legs. I can feel him swelling, ready to release, and I prepare to take all of him.

But suddenly, he pulls me off, his hands gentle but firm on my shoulders. I look up at him, questioning, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Why—?" I start, but he cuts me off with a shake of his head.

"Not like this," he rasps, his chest heaving. "I'd love to feel it, but not right now. Right now I want to feel you."

He pulls me to my feet, his hands sliding down to my waist, lifting me like I weigh nothing. He sets me on the bed, his body following, caging me in with his arms.

"Karn," I whisper, his name a plea on my lips. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own. His eyes, dark with desire, roam over me, taking in every inch like he's committing it to memory.

"I want to be inside you," he says, voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come around me." His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I can feel the wetness between my legs growing.

He leans down, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. His hands roam over my body, rough and calloused, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arch into him, my body aching with need.

"Please," I whisper against his lips, my voice barely audible. "If you want me, take me." I can feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping tightly, and I know he's about to give me what I want. What we both want.

Karn's hands, rough and calloused from years at the forge, grip my thigh tightly as he pins one leg over his broad shoulder, spreading me wide open. His violet eyes, intense and hungry, never leave mine as he guides himself to my entrance. I feel him push in slowly, filling me completely. A gasp escapes my lips, and his mouth captures it, his kiss fierce and demanding.

"You feel..." he groans, his voice deep and husky against my lips. "Incredible, Mira."

His words make me melt. I've never had anyone talk to me like this, to seem so overwhelmed with the way they want me. I've always been someone to use, to abuse, to profit off of.

But now with Karn.

His body begins to move, each thrust deliberate, intense. The pace is slow, torturously so, but there's an intimacy in it that makes my breath catch. He's not just seeking his own pleasure; he's seeking mine, too.

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