Wicked
Jennifer White, Alex Mack Pic(s)
The air itself felt heavy with the scent of sweat and something wilder, a primal musk that clung to the back of the throat with each ragged breath. His fingers, calloused and possessive, traced a burning path down the arch of her spine, a deliberate claiming that made her muscles tremble in anticipation. A low growl rumbled from his chest, a sound that was less human and more a declaration of intent, vibrating through her own body where their skin met. She arched into his touch, a silent plea and a surrender, her head falling back to expose the vulnerable column of her throat to the dim light. The world had narrowed to this single room, to the slick heat between their bodies and the frantic, syncopated rhythm of their hearts hammering agat one another. His mouth found the pulse point at the base of her neck, not a kiss but a devouring, teeth scraping agat feverish skin before his tongue soothed the sting. Every nerve ending felt scraped raw, alive only to the electric current of his dominance, her own whimpers lost agat the damp skin of his shoulder. There was no thought, only sensation—the brutal grip of his hands on her hips, the sharp, delicious pain of his possession, the overwhelming fullness that threatened to shatter her very being. In the chaotic stillness that followed, their bodies remained entangled, a single drenched and breathing entity suspended in the aftermath of the storm they had created.
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