Page 73 of Sirens
“Please, Trent,” she urged softly, her own body trembling with need. “Let me see you.”
The hot water cascaded over her body as the shower attachment pulsed against her most sensitive spots, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. Her breath hitched in her throat as she moaned Trent’s name, her eyes never leaving his.
“I’m imagining you right now,” she gasped, her voice thick with desire. “Your hands on me, your lips trailing down my neck, your teeth grazing my collarbone. The feel of your hard, throbbing cock pressing against my thigh. Then slipping between my legs.”
She paused, holding still through another shudder.
“Picture yourself inside me, filling me completely. Your fingers digging into my hips as you give yourself to me as hard and fast as you want to. Because Iknowyou want to.”
As the pleasure built within her, Maggie felt her legs begin to tremble, her body teetering on the edge.
Opening her eyes, she met the angry animal need in his.
“I’m going to come, Trent,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, I’m going to?—”
McGarvey lunged forward, wrapping one hand around her throat and pinning her against the shower wall, fastening the other over her wrist and jerking the shower attachment away mere seconds before she lost herself.
“Enough, Maggie,” he growled, his eyes dark and stormy with conflicting emotions.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. The taste of power still lingered on her tongue, mingling with the bittersweet frustration of being denied release. She stared defiantly into McGarvey’s eyes, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.
“Scared you might actually enjoy it?” she taunted him, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Damn it, Maggie,” he muttered, the struggle between desire and restraint playing out on his face like the world’s most erotic tug-of-war.
His grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly, a silent warning that they were dancing dangerously close to a line neither of them had ever crossed before.
A bead of water raced down the curve of Maggie’s breast, catching the light like a tiny diamond before disappearing into the depths of her flushed cleavage. The moment hung suspended in time, a precarious balance between past and present.
“Trust me,” McGarvey said, his voice a low rasp filled with warning and frustration, “you don’t want to see this side of me.”
For a heartbeat, Maggie hesitated, staring into the turbulent sea of emotion swirling behind his eyes.
“You’re right, Trent,” she replied, her voice steady despite the heat coursing through her veins. “I don’t just want toseethis part of you. I want to taste it. Breathe it. I want tofeelit.”
His eyelids lowered as she lightly grazed his thickening cock before wrapping her hand around it and beginning to move.
“This…isn’t a good part…of me,” he panted in time with her ministrations.
“I don’t just want part of you, Trent McGarvey,” she said, brushing her slick palm over his swelling head. “I want the wholefuckingthing.”
“Fuuck,” he groaned, his eyes darkening with desire.
“I want every last drop, Trent,” she whispered, leaning in closer. “And I want it messy. And hot. Andhard.”
A primal growl reverberated through his chest as he yanked Maggie toward him, their lips, teeth, and tongues tangling together in a raw, hungry sweep. McGarvey wrenched his mouth away, gazing down at her with a heat that threatened to melt her knees.
“Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.”
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Trent’s jaw locked,his nostrils flaring at the air thick with the kind of tension and fury that could ignite wildfires. Maggie’s last words, a brazen challenge that danced wickedly across the lines of decorum, hung between them like a dare he couldn’t refuse. His pulse thrummed in his ears, a testament to the internal battle raging within him—a clash of duty and raw desire.
The air between them crackled for a moment, shifted from one source of heat to another, the alchemy of anger and lust bubbling beneath the surface like magma ready to erupt.
