I grinned wickedly.
Pleasure ripped through my stomach. I wasn’t sure what was pushing me to the edge, the feeling of Ginger’s body rubbing over mine or the sight of her so shameless chasing her own bliss.
I clenched my teeth, begging my cock to behave, to hold on until Ginger could find her release.
Her hips gyrated, grinding rhythmically. Her heart thundered dangerously in her chest.
She was so close.
I forced my eyes wide. I refused to miss a single detail when she finally came apart.
I was a selfish, greedy man, and she wasmine.
My shadows coalesced, surrounding Ginger, caressing her skin. I choked on a gasp. I could feel every piece of her.
The sheen of sweat slicking her skin.
The warmth emanating from her frantic muscles.
The tendrils of hair falling around her back and shoulders.
The shadows solidified.
Ginger cried out. Her muscles tensed.
Tendrils of shadow wove into her hair, yanked her head back, wrapped around her arms. They slipped beneath the collar of her tunic to reach more of her smooth, soft skin.
She writhed, a high-pitched keen escaping her throat. Her hips flexed and stuttered. The tendons in her neck tightened and corded.
She trembled as she came.
I bucked my hips, continuing the friction to draw out her orgasm, watching her.
I didn’t want to forget a single second of this moment. I would replay it over and over in my mind for as long as I lived.
I couldn’t control my own body’s reaction anymore—my hips jerked and twitched as my cock spurted in my trousers. I forced my eyes to remain open, glued to Ginger’s face as pleasure ripped through my middle.
Slowly, she stilled.
My shadows loosened their grip on her hair, her arms, allowing her to move.
She looked down at me.
I had never seen a sight so exquisite.
A tentative smile spread over her face.
I matched the smile, my own grin evil. I wasn’t anywhere close to done with her.
I flipped us over, pinning her to the damp ground beneath me. She was getting dirty again, as was I.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
“What will you do to me, now that you have me?” she asked, soft and hot and panting.
Her hands drifted to the waistband of my trousers.
She glanced down, noticing the wet spot there.
