Page 100 of Seeking Shadows

I turn to face her, and the smile on her lips only deepens. There’s something almost daring in her eyes, a challenge without words.

“You have no shame, do you?” I mutter, my words laced with something darker.

“Of what?” She tilts her head, her fingers now resting on my stomach, nails scratching lightly, teasing. “Admiring a fine piece of work?”

My jaw clenches. "You're insufferable."

"But you like it."

She steps closer, her body almost flush with mine, the sweet scent of her skin filling the space between us. I could walk away. I could stop this before it spirals out of control.

But I don’t want to.

My hand slides to her waist, pulling her in closer, my grip tighter than necessary.

She gasps, her breath hitching.

“Is that what you want?” My voice comes out rougher now, dripping with something I can’t hold back anymore.

Her eyes flicker with a dangerous gleam, her smile slipping into something wilder before she pulls me in for a kiss that shatters whatever control I had left.

I kiss her with a desperation that shouldn’t exist, but it does. There’s no softness, no hesitation, just the unbearable heat of need.

Mia sighs into me, her hands curling into fists against my chest before sliding down my abdomen, as if she’s memorizing every inch of me.

“You’re so tense...” she murmurs, her voice thick with amusement and something darker.

A low, rough laugh escapes me, and I tighten my grip on her waist, pulling her even closer. “And whose fault is that?”

She laughs, the sound sweet, before it fades into something breathless when my fingers trail down her back, dragging slowly over her skin.

She arches against me, her body responding before she even realizes it.

“Don’t mess with me, Mia,” I growl, my eyes locking onto hers.

"I want to try," she says, her voice thick with vulnerability, "I want to try to do this, like a normal girl who likes a boy. I want this. Can we try?"

The words hang in the air, charged with something raw, something real.

I feel the heat of them before I even reply.

"What do you want to try, sweet chaos?" I ask, my voice low, rough, as the tension builds between us, thick and electric.

She swallows, eyes dark with desire, a hint of challenge in her gaze. "You know."

A slow smile spreads across my face, my body tightening as I step closer, the space between us practically crackling with need.

"Tell me, baby." The words come out as a whisper, but the intensity in them makes it feel like I’m demanding more than just an answer.

“Fuck,” she whispers, her cheeks reddening as her words tumble out, hesitant but full of truth. "I want you... I don’t know how to explain, but I saw you, and I want you to fuck me. But before, I want to taste you."

Fuck, this girl.

There’s an innocence in her voice, a quiet longing, like she’s still figuring out what these feelings mean, but they’re there, clear and undeniable.

"So, seeing me shirtless makes you want me, huh?"

"Yes." Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging with a boldness that sends a pulse straight to my cock.

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