Page 73 of Stolen to Be Mine


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He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. Consuming. All teeth and tongue and raw need.

His tongue swept in and I made a noise I’d never heard myself make, utterly wrecked.

More. Now.

Tearing at his shirt. He was pressing closer, weight settling more fully, grinding against me hard enough to make the bed creak.

Rough, callused palms shoved under my shirt, dragging up my ribs. I arched.

“Yes.” I couldn’t catch my breath. “God, yes.”

He pulled back enough to study me. Dark with lust.

The careful control he always maintained... gone. Shattered. Chest heaving, jaw tight, throat working. Finally as desperate as I was.

Weapon being feral. Raw. Uncontrolled.

Finally.

I snapped.

His shirt came off first, pulled over his head, breaking the kiss just long enough to clear fabric before diving back in.

He yanked my sweater up, dragging it off with zero finesse. My bra followed. He didn’t bother with the clasp, just shoved the cups down, freeing my breasts.

Cold air hit my skin for half a second before he was there. Scorching. Sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

I arched. He made a low noise.

“Fuck.”

Teeth scraped. Tongue soothed. Then he bit down, not hard, just enough, and pleasure shot straight to my core.

I grabbed his hair, dragging him closer, grinding against him while he worked me.

Alive. This is alive.

Not yesterday’s carnage. Not corpses. This.

Alive.

Fingers went for my jeans, yanking at the button. It popped free. Zipper down. I lifted my hips, and he dragged denim and underwear down in one rough pull until I could kick them off.

Naked. Finally fucking naked.

He pulled back, gaze dragging down my body. Possessive. Starving. Like he wanted to devour me.

Palms trembled where they gripped my hips. That small tell, the only crack in his control, made my breath catch.

Dangerous man. Lethal touch. Shaking for me.

I should’ve felt exposed. Vulnerable.

Instead I felt powerful. Craved.

Then he shoved between my thighs.

“Oh...” My hips bucked when he found me slick and ready, and he made a guttural sound at how prepared I was.