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Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

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I hold his gaze as I stroke myself. There's all this desire in his blue eyes. His breath is heavy and needy. That's for me. He's wrecked with desire because he's watching me.

The intimacy is intense, but that feels right. I want to be exposed to him. I want him seeing all of me—my body, my heart, my soul.

The tension in my core knots. I hold Ethan's gaze until I can't manage it anymore. My eyelids flutter closed. I fall onto the bed, on my back.

Still, I stay on display for him.

I spread my legs wider.

With a few more brushes of my fingers, I'm at the edge. Then I'm there. I groan and shake as I come. My toes squeeze the sheets. My sex pulses with aftershocks. It takes a full minute for me to catch my breath.

I should feel shy, embarrassed, exposed. I don't. I'm exhilarated.

Ethan takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. His lips find my ear. "You're fucking amazing, Vi."

He kisses me, hard. I slide my tongue into his mouth. I dig my hands into his hair. Right now, it really feels like I'm his. I need more of that. I need all of that.

I only break the kiss to tug his t-shirt over his head. He kicks off his shoes and socks and shimmies out of his jeans.

Only the boxers now. Usually, I'd take my time exploring every nook and cranny of his body. Today, I'm impatient. I trace the lines of the lock tattoo on his chest.

Girls always ask if they have the key to his heart.

I want that key.

I want to unlock all of him.

He slides his arms around my waist and guides me to a spot in front of the closet and its mirrored sliding door. "I want to watch you come again. Want you to watch it too." He turns my body so I'm parallel to the mirror then he takes my hands and places them on the wall. "Tell me you want that."

"I do." I arch my back to press my ass against his crotch.

Ethan does away with his boxers. Then it's just him. Being across from the mirror gives me a hell of a view. I soak in the sight of his naked body—defined muscles, miles of tattoos, that soft tuft of pubic hair.

His cock, hard and ready for me.

Damn, I need that.

"Please." I rub my ass against him.

Through the mirror, his eyes meet mine. He grabs onto my hips and pulls my body onto his. He teases me again and again. He teases me until I'm dizzy with lust. It feels so fucking good. And the look on his face—the mix of desire, control, and pure affection—fills me with utter satisfaction.

Through the mirror, I watch him enter me. Every inch of it is ecstasy. I feel more awake, more alive, more at home.

Ethan's fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he thrusts into me. I grip the wall the best I can. It keeps me steady enough to watch our bodies move together.

To watch the pleasure spread over my face.

I've never watched myself come before. Even when Ethan and I would have sex below his super-hot mirror on the ceiling, I watched him, watched his body.

It's strange watching myself. I can feel all the pleasure in my core when he thrusts into me. I can feel the pangs of need that shoot through me when he plays with my nipples. I can feel the tension knotting inside me as it gets closer.

But watching my body stretching to take him, watching my nipples redden between his fingers, watching my lips part with a sigh of desire—it's intense.

It's fucking hot.

"Come with me, Vi." Ethan brings his hand between my legs to rub me.

God yes.



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