Page 231 of Vicious Temptation

“Still think I’ve got something to prove?”

I turn my head toward him, breathless. “You’ve got a lot of convincing left to do.”

His laugh caresses my ear.

“Knew you’d say that.”

“You love it.”

“I love everything about you.”

Before I can decide what the hell to do with that, he draws back and drives into me again, harder, making my palms slide against the hood.

“Oh, fuck. So good.”

His hand moves from my hip to my waist as he builds a steady pace behind me. “You wanted convincing,” he says against my ear. “How am I doing?”

“Barely passing.”

His next laugh is more strained. “Keep talking.”

“You’d miss it if I stopped.”

“I’d miss every fucking part of you.”

That one hits me right in the chest.

I angle my head toward him, and Thiago meets me halfway, kissing me messy and hungry without ever losing the pace of his hips.

When our mouths part, we’re both panting.

“Say it again.”

I know exactly what he means.

“I’m yours.”

His eyes close, and a ragged breath brushes my neck. “Again.”

“I’m yours, Thiago.”

A rough sound leaves him as his forehead comes to rest against the back of my shoulder. “And I’m yours, chama.”

I reach behind me and cup the back of his neck, keeping him close as another orgasm starts gathering inside me. “You getting close?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I want you with me this time.”

He covers my hand against the hood and threads his fingers through mine, his jaw clenched as he holds himself back for me. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t.”

Thiago kisses me again as he starts fucking me harder, faster, the piercing dragging over that spot inside me with every stroke, and my legs begin to shake.

“Fuck…Thiago.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice is rough against my ear, every word broken by his breathing. I can feel how close he is from the tension of his body against mine, and the way his rhythm starts to lose its precision.