Page 70 of Aria's Desire

“Oh no, you don’t.”

Tightening her legs, she broke out the big guns. She sent him an image of her on her knees before him, wet lips parted as she licked the frills surrounding his cockhead.

He made a low, tortured sound and rasped, “Stars above! Stop, stop, I yield.”

Grinning victoriously, she relented, relaxing her tight hold on him so it was less restraint and more embrace.

Kix groaned, a hard shiver tracking down his spine, and muttered crossly, “Fuck me, I almost came in these tiny pants.”

Snickering, she twisted her head and lightly bit his neck. “They’re called shorts.”

He snorted then chuckled. “They were nearly called soaked.”

When Aria laughed harder, Kix twisted in her now loose hold and nipped her lip. “Crafty, using my ability against me. Myaessa. Brilliant, wicked, and merciless.”

“Thank you,” she quipped with a wink.

He grinned, but the look in his eyes was hungry when he dropped down and growled against her lips, “I look forward to seeing that last vision realized.” Before she could respond, he was on his feet and pulling her to hers. “Go, hunt down your Sin. The others and I will see to the plan.”

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Aria didn’t endup hunting Sin down. He found her. And he damn near caught her. If it wasn't for the zing her little passenger sent through her she wouldn't have even known he was right behind her.

The second she felt that zing, she dropped into a forward roll which was the only thing that saved her. She twisted as she sprang back to her feet so she was facing him and immediately had to leap back to dodge his outstretched hands.

Her brows shot up in surprise. She knew exactly how fast she’d moved. To anyone watching, she would’ve been a blur… and he’d still almost grabbed her.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she murmured, “Iknewyou were holding back.”

He didn’t respond other than to shift his feet, and then, he was on her.

He kept her on the defensive, immediately attacking with rapid-fire punches, kicks, and jabs. It took a minute to get her footing so she could return his attack.

For long minutes they sparred, neither landing any blows. Every time she tried a new tactic or a new style, he picked it up within seconds and met her, move for move.

They were a perfect match.

Aria had the startling realization that, unless something broke their focus or one of them ran out of steam, neither of them was going to be the victor.

Sin seemed to realize that at the same time.

She felt it the second he started to hold back. He was going to let her win. She could see it: a flicker in his eyes, a barely perceptible twitch of his brows, but it might as well have been painted all over his face. And it pissed her off.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she snarled.

His eyes widened. Half a beat passed, both of them falling still as he searched her face, trying to gauge her sincerity. He needn’t have worried. She was absolutely fucking sincere.

“I mean it, Sin.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but resolve settled over his handsome features. “Your wishes are mine,a roínseah.”

With that, he gave her exactly what she’d demanded. He came at her like a hurricane.

Had she thought he was giving her one hundred percent before? She was wrong. It took every skill, every bit of training, every ounce of enhanced strength and speed, and every warning her little passenger could give her to fend him off.

It was the single most challenging fight she’d ever been in. She understood now why Zhrovni had switched to only allowing him in the area as a dragon, chained, half-starved, and blinded.

He was just that fucking good.

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