3.33- Passion and Heat

Raw triumph flashed in his glistening eyes. He ran slowly, looking for his fingers in the pouty mound he had bared for fun. As his thumb brushed the stiff pink bud approaching him, she gasped and stood up against him, every nerve ending in her body screaming in response.

He pushed her to the ground with passionate kisses. She kissed him back with desperate urgency, everything she had suppressed for so long.

Endless days suddenly betrayed her in a possessive storm. Her hands ran over his body, smoothing the warm golden skin that encased the whiplash muscles, and she let out a hungry moan of impatience.

"You're always in a hurry—"

Mira writhed and squirmed, on fire wanting him, without a semblance of self-control, not even remembering. Her fingers gripped his thick, silky black hair, and she moved her legs in an invitation to pain more blatantly than words.

With a sharp groan, Jacob reached for her hips and pulled her under him.

Then he hesitated. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."