Page 201 of Prickly Romance


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I stiffen.

His hands cup my hips. “You are overthinking.”

“If I’d known it would be tonight, I would have cleaned up and bought candles or something.”

“Next time, you bring the candles. I will bring the roses.”

My lips arch up.

His hands slide down my body with a possessive heat. “Do you know how badly I have wanted you?”

Molten desire surges through me, molding me to his hands, to the friction of his palm through my jeans.

I want his touch on my skin so badly. But I don’t have to express it. Sazuki unbuttons my pants with his long, slender hands. He drags it off in three jerks, stopping to kiss every inch of skin that it exposes.

My teeth bite down in a tortured hiss. He succeeds in undressing me and yet the kisses don’t stop. Never ending, his lips coat every inch of me, determinedly marking all my pleasure points as if he came with one intention and one intention only—to learn my body in explicit detail.

I’m quivering, panting, spinning out of control by the time he’s conquered every inch there is to conquer.

The lights that blind my eyes are far too violent.

I shake with it.

So does he.

He’s so beautiful, muscles tensing and eyes wild and hot.

Screw it. I don’t mind losing this game.

As long as he puts me out of my misery.

As long as I get to feel every inch of him too.

“Please,” I beg.

There’s a darkness in his eyes.

Sweat on his forehead.

The strain of holding on to his restraint is bulging to the surface. He’s about to snap. About to give out completely.

I lift my fingers to his lips, grazing their wetness, teasing his stubble. He kisses the tips of my fingers, breathing out my name like a prayer.

My pulse quickens. “Why are you hesitating?”

He looks at me with eyes that are more beast than man, darker than the blackest night and wilder than a mystical creature set free to wreak havoc.

“I do not wish to hurt you, but I do not think I can be gentle,” he growls.

My body jolts with a desire so sharp I wonder if I’m bleeding into the sheets.

Ryotaro Sazuki—perpetually unruffled, unbothered, and unfeeling—crippling beneath his need for me makes me feel like I’m unraveling in a vast and endless universe of stars.

“I won’t break,” I whisper. “I can take it.”

His eyes pierce mine, glimmering with a fire that could wipe out an entire city.

“Then hold on.”

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