Page 101 of Seeking Shadows

“This is your horniness talking, baby.”

“Let’s just let it give its speech, then.”

She wants to break me, push me to the edge and see how far I’ll go.

I lift her effortlessly, forcing her legs around my waist.

Her breath catches in her throat, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Mine,” she whispers, her lips trailing down my neck.

And for a moment, I forget everything.

Just her and me.

"You too," I reply, carrying her over to the sink counter and sitting her down. My hands trail up her thighs, moving slowly, tracing every curve.

She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Are you going to keep looking at me, or are you going to let me do something?"

My smile grows. I love it when she gets impatient.

"You're so bossy."

"And you like it."

She's right. I do.

So, I don't waste any more time. My mouth finds hers again, and this time there’s no room for teasing or words—only desire.

Hunger.

A raw, urgent need that consumes us before any rational thought has a chance to stop us.

Mia doesn’t wait for me.

Before I can do anything, she traces the lines of my abdomen with her fingertips, too slowly, as if she wants to torture me.

"Have you always been this handsome, or am I just now noticing?" Her voice sounds casual, but I can see the predatory glint in her eyes.

My jaw clenches. "Mia."

"Shhh," she murmurs, her fingers trailing up to my chest. "I like when we do things my way."

I arch an eyebrow but don’t back away when she leans in, her lips hovering dangerously close to mine. "What if I don’t want to?" I tease.

She smiles, her fingers tangling in my hair before tugging, forcing me to tilt my head back. The sharp pain only adds to the heat already consuming my body.

"You want."

I could argue. I could take back control at any moment.

But the way she’s looking at me, like she already knows exactly what she wants to do with me—it’s hard to explain.

I like seeing her like this, so free, so confident, so effortlessly herself. It makes everything feel more real, more alive.

I don’t mind letting go of control if it means giving it to her. I’d give her everything—without hesitation—if she asked.

And I know I’m fucked when I see her lick her lips before biting them, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

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