Page 207 of Sins of Arrogance

I do. And it’s de­li­cious.

The apex of my thighs presses against his groin as he is fully seated in my body.

We both groan at the same time.

His eyes shut, but not for long. He opens them again, need­ing to see me. Need­ing to watch.

“You’re so fuck­ing tight,” he grits out, his voice gravel. “So per­fect around me.”

I start to move, slowly at first. Rolling my hips as I brace my hands on his shoul­ders.

Mick lets me set the pace. “You ride me like you were made for it.”

“I was,” I prom­ise him.

“You’re the strong­est woman I’ve ever known. Smart. Loyal. Vi­cious when you need to be.” His words fall out be­tween clenched teeth. “And so bleedin’ beau­ti­ful, you bring me to my knees with­out even try­ing.”

The stretch, the full­ness, the way his voice wraps around me like silk and sin is al­most too much. And I lean for­ward, grab­bing the head­board be­hind him, my aching nip­ples rub­bing against his chest as I move faster.

Dip­ping his head, he grazes first one, and then the other with his teeth be­fore tak­ing it into his mouth and suck­ing.

Ec­stasy ar­rows to my core. “Mick…”

“That’s it,” he growls against my breast. “Ride me, Kara. Take what you need. Show me who you are.”

“You know who I am.” And he’s the only one who re­ally does.

Not even moma, my sis­ter or my cousin know me like Mick does. And it’s taken me seven years to re­al­ize it.

He suck­les me with harsh pulls un­til I’m rid­ing him with no fi­nesse and ut­ter aban­don.

Lift­ing his head, he cups both of my breasts, play­ing with both turgid buds now. “You look so good like this. Hair wild. Skin flushed. Tits bounc­ing as you fuck your­self on me.”

This con­stant vo­cal­ized praise is some­thing new and it started af­ter Mick showed me his true self. I love it. Al­most as much as I love him.

But I have no breath to re­ply, so I kiss him with car­nal fe­roc­ity.

The plea­sure in­side my body coils tighter and tighter. I know what’s com­ing and still the in­ten­sity of the plea­sure takes me by sur­prise as I scream his name and come.

His hands slide back to my hips, his grip tight and he holds me against him as my or­gasm im­plodes through me.

“You make me lose my mind, a chiste is a stór.” His voice is al­most rev­er­ent now. “You make me bet­ter.”

“You don’t need to be bet­ter,” I gasp out. “Just you.”

“You were born to rule be­side me.” His voice cracks as his hands grip harder. “No one has ever matched me un­til you. No one has ever touched my soul un­til you.”

He flips us, so he’s on top and he pis­tons his hips with­out mercy, driv­ing me to an­other pin­na­cle of plea­sure with no respite from the one I just had.

“You’re mine, Kara,” he grinds out, eyes wild and feral. “All of you. Ev­ery feckin’ inch.”

“Yours.” And then I break apart.

Plea­sure rock­ets through me, ex­plo­sive and to­tal. I cry out into his neck as I come, my walls puls­ing around him in wave af­ter wave of ec­stasy.

He surges up into me, groan­ing as he fol­lows, his cli­max hit­ting with the force of ev­ery­thing he is: dom­i­nant, de­voted, and en­tirely mine.

We col­lapse to­gether, still joined, still gasp­ing.