Page 152 of Desperate Actions

Goddamn.

I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life to hear those words from her pretty, pink lips. And now that I have, I’ll spend the rest of my goddamn life making sure she never doubts it. Never doubts me.

“Aella,” I growl against her mouth, licking into her like I can’t get deep enough.

Like I can’t consume her enough.

“Sammy,” she whimpers, and fuck, the way she says my name, like she’s surrendering—like she wants to be taken—has my control snapping like a frayed wire.

My hands skim down her back, gripping her ass, dragging her forward until there’s nothing between us, just heat and hunger and the brutal, undeniable truth that we need this. That we need each other.

“Need you, Pixie,” I rasp, my voice thick, ruined. “Gotta get inside you.”

Then I’m lifting her, drunk on the feel of her softness against me, of her warmth melting into my body.

There’s no time to make it to the bedroom. Fuck the bedroom. I need her now.

I set her on the cold marble countertop, watching as a shiver rips through her.

Not from the cold.

From me.

From what she knows is coming.

She’s already tugging at my belt, those sweet little hands moving with frantic need, and fuck, I love seeing her like this—needy and desperate for me.

But it’s not enough.

I need more.

I need to see her.

To own her.

Gripping the hem of her shirt, I yank it over her head, leaving her bare to me. Her tits—perfect, mine—are flushed, her nipples already tight, and I fucking groan as I palm them, toying with the stiff peaks until she squirms.

She’s breathing heavily, her lips parting on little moans, but her hands don’t stop.

She slides my zipper down, and the moment her fingers brush over the hard length straining against my briefs, my control shatters.

“Take it out, Aella.” My voice is guttural, more animal than man. “Take my cock out.”

Her breath catches, her gaze flicking to mine, wide and a little unsure, but fuck, she wants this.

She wants me.

And knowing that has my cock ready to blow.

She reaches inside, wrapping those delicate fingers around me, and my whole body jerks at the first stroke.

My head falls back, my jaw tightening as I flex my hips, chasing the feel of her touch.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan, watching her through hooded eyes as she rubs her thumb over the thick head, smearing the drop of precum already leaking from the tip. “Good girl.”

She licks her lips, looking dazed, mesmerized, and my blood goes molten.

“How much do you like these pants?” I ask, my voice a dangerous rasp.

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