Page 68 of Heartless Sinner

He pushes into me, and I moan, then he slams all the way in.

Fire flashes across my skin and I lose my mind, becoming his again. Pleasure hisses through me like a cacophony of rough waves slapping over jagged rocks.

“Fuck, you always feel so fucking good,” he groans, pounding into me. “You’re all mine now, Scarlett.”

The possession in his words grips me, and I shove my hips back trying to take more of him. He gives me more, and I come, crying out.

Ripples of pleasure consume me, burning everywhere it touches.

This isn’t like the alleyway. Or New York. It’s something else, and it makes sense. We’re different people now.

I’mdifferent. Unlike New York, I know who he is. Unlike the alleyway, I know he wants more from me. One year’s worth of my company.

The slap of our skin fills my ears as he fucks me harder, faster, deeper.

My soul vibrates with every thrust, then I’m coming again with fireworks exploding in my mind.

“That’s right, bellezza. Come for me.” His voice is filled with that dominance that rips me apart and breaks me.

My climax draws out his and we share the release, moaning into the possession that claims us.

Micah presses his body into me, pulling me closer so his mouth is at my neck.

His breath is as heavy and ragged as mine. “I don’t know what you are doing to me, but promise me you won’t stop.”

I glance back at him. “I promise.”

“Good, because I need more.”

Chapter Sixteen

Scarlett

It’s just past eleven o’ clock in the morning.

Micah and I stayed in that bed all night devouring each other. Every inch of my body is still alive with the heat and possession of his touch.

Now we’re sitting in the dining room next to each other, talking and eating breakfast as if we’ve been doing this for years. It was nice to see the sunrise with him. In New York, we didn’t get to wake up together.

This is the first day in a long time that I haven’t had to work and I’ve been able to get out of bed late.

We were talking about the weather in New York, but when our conversation reaches a natural pause, I know it’s time to talk about the fine print details of our relationship. Now is perhaps the best time to get it out of the way since we’ve calmed from that overpowering sexual high.

Micah rests his elbows on the table and gazes at me. He’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of joggers. I have on yoga pants and a baggy T-shirt from college that probably makes me look like I go there.

“Do you want anything else?” He glances at my empty plate I’d filled with a second helping of food minutes ago.

“No, I think I’ll burst if I eat anything more.”

A sexy half grin slides across his face. “Okay, well, if you get hungry, just call Maria, and she’ll make you something. Or I can.”

“You?” I can’t help but smile.

“Yeah. Maybe I want to make sure you eat.”

“Thank you.”

He dips his head then slides over the document folder containing the contract. “Ready to go over the contract?”

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