Chapter 60: Bottoming out in her
The glass-leaved tree cast fractured light across her bare boobs, her body still trembling from the orgasm he’d wrung out of her.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with cocky delight. "Well, damn," he drawled, voice thick with swagger. "Didn’t know you could scream like that. Thought you were all dry wit, but that? You melted for me."
Inolda’s hazel eyes snapped to his, narrowing as her flush deepened, not just from pleasure now, but from irritation. "Oh, shut up," she shot back, her tone sharp and biting, though her voice was still ragged.
She straightened, pushing off the arch, her perky boobs bouncing faintly. "You’re not that good, pretty boy. I’ve had better." Her words were a challenge, flung like a gauntlet, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed how much he’d gotten under her skin.
Alex’s grin deepened, the corners of his mouth curling with unyielding confidence, as if he were a wolf who’d already claimed his prey.
He remained unbothered by her defiance, standing tall to loom over her, his posture commanding and unwavering.
His gaze never faltered, his eyes dark with a mixture of amusement and something far more carnal. "Better? I doubt it," he drawled, his voice low, a smooth, seductive undertone lacing the words as he spoke.
His body was tense with restrained desire, the muscles of his chest and arms subtly shifting beneath the slick sheen of sweat, and the bulge of his rod pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers, straining with a palpable, urgent ache.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the confined space, and raised an eyebrow, one sharp, teasing arc that seemed to challenge her very resolve.
"I bet you’re dying to return the favor, though," he murmured, the words dripping with a daring sort of invitation, as though daring her to act, to make the first move.
His gaze locked onto hers, the raw, unfiltered confidence in his eyes a blazing beacon in the humid, heavy air of the nook.