Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)

by Luna Mason

“Well, you know what they say…” He leans across the counter, and my breath stutters. He’s close. Too close. “W-what do they say?” I whisper. “Once you get a taste of the Irish, ya never go back.”

Feral. That’s the only word for the way he looks at me. Whatever leash he had on himself? Gone.

This world has fucked up everything for women. Taught them shame. Like they’re not allowed to want things. Need things. Like pleasure should only ever be a reward, never a right. Bullshit.

Her words shred what little control I had left. I drop to my knees. Again. And I’d stay here forever for her.

Is death by orgasm a thing? Shit.

“I thought you don’t do gentle?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “For you? I’ll do anything. Now close your eyes and relax,” I whisper against her lips.

“And I’m a gentleman most of the time, yes. But what I’m going to do to you all night is far from that, trouble.”