“Yes.” My fists clenched at my sides. “I was sneaking money from the bank the entire time. So you must have been doing so, as well. Or maybe you were cheating in some other devious way?”
Miranda’s eyes narrowed. “You dirty little snake. Well guess what? I don’t need to cheat to beat your ass.”
Another growl of frustration emerged from me.
“Are we having fun yet?” she taunted, spreading her arms out. “Is this the fun you wanted to have? Because I’m having loads of it. I feel like a gleeful child again.”
Tension flared between us, and the danger of the moment struck me.
Cold fear shot through me as I realized I was about to lose control and hurt her. Stressors far less than this had sent me into a raging blackout. Any second energy would plume and lash out in painful waves.
Yet it didn’t come. A palpable current thrummed between us, but I wasn’t teetering on the edge of sanity. The pain of my power had been reduced to a shockingly bearable dull roar.
Bob killed off even more of my power than I supposed. A wave of gleefulness mixed in with my combative, hot-blooded state. My emotions were always mixing swirling vortexes, but I was starting to enjoy this. Fighting with Miranda while staying in control.
Every movement of hers, every flash of her eyes, every sharp word that fell from her lips acted as a stimulant, heightening my awareness. This newfound sense of control didn't just keep my powers at bay, it fucking thrilled me. It actually thrilled me. Our combative tussles reminded me of two lions play grappling and it left my chest heaving and my dick hard.
As I pondered this new level of being, Miranda smashed her lips against mine.
Heat and arousal exploded in me. I met her kiss with my own ferocious energy. My tongue pushed its way past her lips and we both groaned as she opened up to me. My pants tightened. Her taste was still unreal, even more delicious than the enchanting scent of her skin. The softness of her mouth unhinged me in a way I’d never felt before. I hungered for her. Oh gods, I wanted, no needed to possess her. Everything else disappeared except for the woman and my white-hot need to devour her.
She slammed her hands into my chest, and we broke from each other.
“Get off!” she yelled, panting and flushed.
I ran my hand through my hair, reeling. Was I losing my mind? Had I kissed her and didn’t realize it? I had only moments ago reveled in my control, but I must have imagined it.
Oh fuck, how out of control was I?
She was right. This was a terrible idea. Miranda needed to get out of here. We needed to put the bars between us. We could never do this again. Not while I was so out of mind to get to her. This uncontrollable level of passion would surely lead to me losing control in one way or another. While she hacked away at the beastly parts of me, another kind of beast had reared its head and wanted to take a bite out of her.
Miranda grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me again.
Okaaay, maybe I’m not the crazy one here. She clawed at me like she couldn’t get enough. I met her hungry kisses with my own desperation. I knew she had a deep vein of passion in her and apparently the levee had broken. My hands swept along the curve of her back as she clutched my shoulders. Oh fuck, it felt good. The feel of her body against mine after thousands of years of empty space around me, had something screaming from the center of my chest for more, more, more.
Her leg rose, and I caught it, wrapping it around my hips so my rising hardness could nestle at her center.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as if the sensation caused her pain. I rocked into her softness and growled. Fuck, I wanted to be in her. I wanted to be in her so deep, she could taste me at the back of her throat. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, deeper. It was an assault, mimicking what I wanted to do to her. Fill her, finish her.
My fingers slipped under her shirt and ran along her warm, bare skin. I let out an even louder groan. I was so fucking aroused and caught between wanting to revel in the sensation of our touching and ripping her clothes off. It both satisfied me and drove my desire higher, hotter, until a sweat broke out over my body.
Miranda’s hand slid over my chest and shoulders, gripped my hair as she rocked herself faster against me. She broke our kiss, gasping, her head falling backward. The little minx rode my hardness like a woman possessed. My raging need took a back seat as I watched her get off through our clothes. I placed a hand on her back and pulled her leg and hip forward, forcing her to arch further. I ground into her, feeling so hard I could pound nails with my dick. A wet heat spread between us with each rocking motion.
So close. We were so close.
The erotic vision she presented as she rubbed and groaned, face scrunched in concentration, nearly fucking undid me. If I hadn’t already brought myself off by my hand twice today, I would have come right there. At some point, I’d picked her up by the hip, so she was writhing on me midair. My counter thrusts pushed her closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Right there, oh fuck, don’t stop.”
The world could explode around us, burn down, or freeze over and I wouldn’t stop. I licked my lips, mouth dry from watching her, wanting her to finish. She had every iota of my rapt attention.
A long guttural moan left her throat before it hitched upward. Her eyes flew open, and her head snapped up as her body shuddered. I held her as she orgasmed, still rubbing against her sensitive cleft.
The sounds she made burned into me. Her scrunched up expression hit me like a sledgehammer. Her lips were parted even as she was locked into her orgasm, like the relief was so intense it was completely wringing her out. I stilled, suddenly afraid of moving. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted this to be my eternity. Even with my own erection becoming painful, I didn’t care. Not if I could experience this forbidden side of Miranda. My badass was an erotic visage and her clothes were still on.
The power she held over me was unprecedented.
Slowly I tilted Miranda into an upright position, sliding her down my body until her feet touched the floor. When those pretty brown eyes met mine, I realized there were flecks of emerald and gold surrounding her irises. Again, I wondered if she wasn’t some kind of supernatural creature based on the hold she had over me.
