Chapter 1: The Heat of Instinct
The air in the dimly lit loft was thick with tension, a heady mix of lust and unspoken challenges. I leaned against the exposed brick wall, my arms crossed, sizing up Jace with a smirk. He stood a few feet away, his broad shoulders tense, dark eyes burning with something raw and untamed. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like a predator sizing up its prey—but I wasn’t about to be hunted. Not without a fight.
‘So, Jace,’ I drawled, my voice dripping with mockery, ‘you think you can just waltz in here with that smoldering look and I’ll fall at your feet? I’m not some damsel waiting to be claimed.’
He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward me, his lips curling into a dangerous grin. ‘Oh, Riley, I don’t want you on your knees. I want you clawing at my back, demanding more. I’m not here to tame you—I’m here to ignite you.’
I laughed, sharp and biting, pushing off the wall to close the distance between us. Our faces were inches apart, the air crackling with electricity. ‘Big words for a man who’s all instinct and no control. You think you can handle me, or are you just chasing some primal fantasy?’
His hand shot out, gripping my hip with a firmness that sent a jolt through me, but I didn’t flinch. His voice dropped to a growl. ‘It’s no fantasy, Riley. It’s a need. I want you—every fierce, untouchable inch of you. I want to bury myself inside you, to feel you shatter around me. I want to breed you, to see that fire in your eyes when you take everything I’ve got.’
My breath hitched, but I masked it with a smirk, sliding my hand up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. ‘You’ve got a filthy mouth, Jace. But I’m not some vessel for your urges. If you want me, you’d better prove you’re worth my time.’
His grip tightened, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against me—hard, insistent. ‘Oh, I’ll prove it,’ he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. ‘I’ll fuck you until you’re sweating, panting, begging for more. I’ll make that tight pussy of yours drip for me, Riley. And when I’m done, when I’ve cum deep inside you, I’ll watch you touch yourself—make yourself come just to seal the deal. I need this. I need you to want it as much as I do.’
My core clenched at his words, a rush of heat flooding through me, but I wasn’t about to let him see me falter. I tilted my head back, meeting his gaze with a challenge. ‘You’re awfully confident for a man who hasn’t even gotten me out of my jeans yet. Let’s see if you can back up that talk.’
Without another word, he crushed his lips to mine, the kiss raw and hungry, a clash of wills as much as desire. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling hard as I bit his lip, drawing a low groan from him. His fingers worked at the button of my jeans, deft and desperate, while I tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. We were a storm, all heat and fury, and as he backed me toward the bed, I knew this was only the beginning of something explosive.
His hands slid down my thighs, yanking my jeans lower, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, ‘You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?’ I grinned wickedly, pushing him back just enough to strip off the rest of my clothes, standing before him unapologetically bare. ‘Find out for yourself, Jace. But don’t think for a second I’m not in control.’
And with that, I pulled him down onto the bed, ready to ride the wave of his primal need—and make damn sure he knew who was really calling the shots.
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