His cool fingertips traced the smooth skin of her waist with agonizing slowness. With a grip that held a distinct edge of punishment, he gave her sensitive flesh a firm pinch.
Noreen's waist had always been her weak point. She instantly shivered and gasped, squirming to get away.
Normally, Seth would have already lost control and crushed his mouth against hers.
But tonight, he remained impossibly composed.
His fingers continued their torment, unhurried and deliberate. The fire in his eyes was simmering, but he kept the beast on a tight leash.
He was clearly still furious.
Deciding to go all in, Noreen leaned down and pressed her lips against his.
She rarely took the lead in the bedroom.
Usually, if she so much as initiated a kiss, Seth would completely take over within seconds.
But not this time.
As she kissed him, he merely responded with a lazy, detached rhythm.
It left Noreen feeling entirely unsatisfied.
It stripped her of any sense of victory.
Her competitive streak flared. Pushing herself up slightly, she looked down at him and deepened the kiss with aggressive intent.
From this angle, Seth's head was tilted back.
If Noreen had opened her eyes, she would have seen the heavy veins straining in his neck.
It was a testament to the brutal restraint he was exercising.
He was jealous, yes.
And he fully intended to milk this situation to take advantage of her.
But he hadn't expected her to be this fiery.
She boldly parted his lips, tangling her tongue with his.
At this point, Seth's iron control was fracturing.
He could barely withstand her assault, his gaze darkening to a pitch-black intensity.
Noreen tilted her head, trailing open-mouthed kisses from his bottom lip, down his jawline...
And straight to the hollow of his throat, letting her lips linger over his Adam's apple.


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