Page 149 of Scarlet Wars
His thumb swept over my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, and my head dropped back with a gasp, hitting the floor.
My head was spinning, breath broken and chest heaving as his thumb dragged over me again. My nerves were raw, lit up under every touch.
But I wasn’t about to let him have all the control. Not this time.
I pushed up with both hands, chest brushing his, and in one smooth movement, I rolled us, shoving him onto his back and straddling him in one motion.
His breath caught.
My thighs pressed against his hips, my palms splayed across his chest, and for a second, I just looked down at him. Flushed. Wild-eyed. Lips red from my teeth. The rise and fall of his chest barely contained the tension in him.
“Well,” I said, breathless, a wicked edge curling around every word. “You wanted me to remember.”
His hands flew to my hips, grip vice-tight as his gaze dragged down my body, slow, hungry, wrecked. He looked like he was already unraveling, and I’d barely even started.
I rolled my hips once.
Twice.
The friction shot straight through me, my clit catching perfectly with every grind.
My panties were soaking wet.
A low groan tore from his throat, before his head dropped back against the cold stone, exposing his throat, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. He was holding on by a thread. And I was snapping it.
I did it again. Slower this time. Meaner.
My thighs quivered. But I didn’t stop.
I dragged my pussy over his hard cock—agonizingly slow, defiantly smooth—grinding down with just enough pressure to tease, not satisfy.
His hands gripped me even tighter, and bruising. He dragged me down hard against the thick, aching length of his cock, and a strangled cry tore from my throat as the pressure hit perfectly.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hot and ragged, as he rocked up into me once: a harsh, punishing thrust that made my eyes roll back into my head.
“You feel that?” he bit out, all danger wrapped in sex. “How hard I am for you? How fuckinggoneI am for you?”
My body reacted before I could think, arching into him, clenching hard, desperate for more. I couldn’t stop if I tried.
His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting my oxygen in one move. I almost came on the spot.
“I’m about to fuck you senseless, Nightcrawler,” he growled, the promise in his voice dark enough to make my whole body tense with anticipation.
Heat licked over my skin, unbearable, suffocating. I could feel it building, curling low in my core, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I rolled again, chasing the pressure of his cock beneath me, the ache already nearly unbearable.
“Last warning,” he gritted out. “If you don’t want that, stop now.”
And right then, at the peak of it?—
My godsdamn phone rang.
THIRTY-FIVE
CADEN
The shrill ring cut through the air like a blade.
