Page 19 of The Perfect Wrong


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My arms hook around his neck, just as his breath boils in my ear again.

Another whimper.

Another animalistic growl, overwhelming my mouth with his energy as his mouth owns mine again.

His tongue flicks in and out every time he catches my lips, so deep and possessive, a naked omen of everything else he promises to do to me tonight.

With every kiss, his hips grow more frenzied, hellbent on burying me in his friction.

We’re crashing together shamelessly, again and again, dry humping like animals in heat.

I’m about to flipping lose it.

I’m so damn close it hurts, my O balanced on knife’s edge, ready to rip right out of me. Plundered by the first man I’ve ever deemed worthy.

Green eyes like jealousy.

Black ink like barbed wire.

Fuchsia pink rising up inside me like the sun.

“Delia, fuck,” he mutters, pressing his forehead to mine. “Don’t hold back for me.”

Of course, he senses how I’m about to go off.

He has to know I’m a shaking, sputtering, sex-starved mess, totally at his mercy.

With his chest heaving, he rears back, pouring his hot eyes into mine with an ice-cold gaze that’s suddenly too serious.

It’s the expression you’d see on a cop, right after he orders a suspect to hit the ground.

Not the kind of face you everdareto disobey.

“Fucking let that pussy come for me, princess. I want to hear you. Ineedto hear your fireworks.” His hips punch mine with harder, rougher, meaner strokes through the fabric. “Delia!”

There’s something about how he says my name.

Oh, yeah.

Fireworks.

Rose-red, explosive, brighter than a ripe chili.

My orgasm splits me in two.

I’m coming so hard, one leg thrown over his, desperately holding on with both hands quaking.

I can’t even stop to wonder if I’m hurting him, tearing at his neck with my nails, because the pleasure utterly engulfs me.

My head bangs the ivory-white wall behind me as he drags his cock against me through his jeans, grinding me deeper into ecstasy.

Snarling, he shoves a hand down my waistband, pushing his fingers against my naked mound.

My hips buck wildly against his thick, greedy fingers.

The instant he finds my clit, I’m hurled into a new universe.

My thighs clench hard around his hand. I want his fingers deep inside me, stroking hard, a prelude to his magnificent cock.

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