Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

the years that had passed. The same taut tummy and toned
thighs. The same tight, round ass and tits, nipples poking
straight out and built to be sucked.
But her hair was longer now, a few more muscles in her
stomach and legs, and her pussy… The tightest thing I’d ever
been inside of. She was a woman. I wouldn’t have to be gentle
with her this time.
I raised my eyes to her face again, cocking my head and
watching her eyebrows etched in pleasure and pain and
wanting to kiss her so I could taste the sweat above her top lip.
Did she think about me? Did she do this a lot? Was she
dying for it that badly? Did it feel as good as having a man
between her legs?
It had been so long since I was spent like she looked now.
She lowered herself back into the tub, tucking her knees up
to her chest again, and calmed her breathing.
No, do it again. My dick was so hard, and if I slid it inside
her right now, how wet would she be? GGod, what was she
doing to me? Do it again.
“I know you’re there,” she said.
And I shot my eyes up to her eyes, seeing her stare off at
nothing, serene and resolute.
“And now you know…” she went on. “I always close my
eyes when I come.”
I remained there, the fire in my body a moment ago now
turning to ice. She knew I was here. She’d known from the
start. I thought it was odd she left the door open. I just
assumed she thought she was alone in the house. Can’t fault
me for watching what happens in plain sight.
But she planned this.
And I raised my hand, bringing it to her face, claws bent
and starving to grab her pretty little neck, but…I drew back.
Provoking me was her goal, and that was not how you were
going to wind up in my bed, little Winter.