Page 79 of Hate Mates

In two steps, he closes the distance and yanks my wig off.

“Your black is so much better,” he growls.

I shake out my dark tresses while Blaze watches me, eyes intense and unreadable.

“Vina—”

“Inside,” I mutter, brushing past him.

The room is the same, bed rumpled, our few belongings strewn. I toss the wig along with the rest of my disguise onto the dresser and spin to face Blaze as he closes the door.

“Are you insane?” I demand.

He meets my gaze steadily. “He put his filthy fucking hands on you.”

“You can’t go smashing every guy who breathes near me.” I plant my hands on my hips.

“He’s lucky I didn’t shoot.” Blaze steps closer, crowding me. “And not every guy. Just the ones who forget their place.”

“And what place is that?” I challenge, tilting my chin up.

His eyes darken, his pupils eclipsing the blue. “Far fucking away from you.”

I can barely breathe as Blaze eye-fucks my mouth. My pulse pounds in my ears, my skin prickling with anticipation.

He reaches out, his rough fingertips grazing my cheek, trailing down to my neck. I shiver, my eyes fluttering closed. His touch ignites a fire, burning away any lingering doubts.

I’m giving in.

When his lips meet mine, it’s electric. The kiss is hard, demanding, filled with years of denied attraction. I fist my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, eliminating any space between our bodies.

Blaze walks me backward until my legs collide with the edge of the bed. We tumble down, a tangle of limbs and seeking hands. He settles his weight over me, pinning me beneath his hard, muscular frame.

I arch up into him, needing the friction of his body against mine. His lips trail scorching kisses down my throat until he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts. Cool air washes over my heated skin as he strips the sequined top over my head, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck, Vina,” he groans, cupping my breasts in his large, calloused hands so hard it’s surely going to bruise. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

I moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers, pleasure zinging straight to my core. Blaze dips his head, drawing one aching peak into the wet heat of his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

He licks, sucks, bites, until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate. My hands scrabble at his back, nails digging into his skin through the fabric.

Blaze kisses his way down my stomach, and I shiver, my abs contracting. He nips at the thin, sensitive skin just above the waistband of my leather pants. A wicked grin curves his lips, and he slides his fingers into the waistband and pulls.

I lift my hips, helping him peel the tight leather from my legs. His gaze rakes over my body, now clad only in a tiny scrap of black lace.

“These gotta go, princess,” he says, hooking his fingers in my panties.

I nod frantically, beyond words, beyond thought. Blaze drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside. Then he settles between my thighs, nudging them further apart with his broad shoulders.

The first touch of his mouth against my aching sex is electric. My back bows off the bed as his tongue laves over my slit, circling, but I don’t want this now. I claw at his shirt, dragging him up my body.

“Later, Blaze. I need to be full right now.”

In a single swift move, Blaze swipes off his sweatshirt, revealing his gloriously chiseled chest and abs. Together, we fumble with the drawstring of his sweats, our hands shaking with urgency. I shove the fabric over his hips, and he kicks them away, leaving him bare before me in all his magnificent glory.

My breath catches at the sight of him, hard, straining, and ready. He’s huge, intimidating, but I’ve never wanted anything more.

Blaze settles his weight over me again, the delicious press of skin on skin making me gasp. I covet every inch of his rock-solid body, hot and heavy against my belly. This is nothing like the inept experiences I’ve had before.

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