"Why the hell wouldn't I be hard? Look at you—curled up like that, trying to hide how wet you still are, how your thighs keep shaking every time you remember my tongue on your clit. You should be thankful I haven't turned into a complete beast yet… so be careful, Mira. Push me too far with that sassy little mouth, and I might just stop holding back."
She sucked in a sharp breath, shoulders hunching higher—but she didn't move away. If anything, her body angled back toward me just a fraction, ass brushing the tip of my cock in the lightest, most maddening graze. The contact sent a jolt straight through me; I hissed low between my teeth.
Mira shoved me away with surprising force, her palms flat against my chest as she scrambled back a few inches. "Stay away… from me, bastard…" Her voice cracked on the last word—not just anger, but something raw and frayed, like she was holding herself together by threads.
