His strokes come fiercer, lifting me off the bed before slamming me into it.
The coiled feeling in my core winds tighter with every thrust, making me a human spring.
By the feel of it, he must be as close as I am.
And his breath turns volcanic against my skin, rough kisses like the ground rumbling before the eruption.
“Margot, damn. Keep up, stay with me before I—” His voice chokes off in another guttural groan as I clench around his cock.
Yeah.
Yeah, I will.
I can’t say it, so I wrap my legs around his ass, moaning from the beautiful friction breaking me in two.
That’s all it takes.
Force and fire.
My climax slams up through my belly, and his hand covers my mouth, muffling my cries as he thrusts into me one last time.
His hips jackhammer, threatening to break the old bed as he pitches deeper, faster, baring his teeth like the lusting shadow he’s become.
I’m breaking apart, shattered and—
Coming!
I can’t blink.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t do anything but feel the deluge when it comes.
This white-hot release of heat and waves where we find eternity together.
The way his face screws up as he strikes my depths and unloads his soul.
We’re one silent scream, one wild chorus of breath and rattling bones.
We come together so good I truly think I died, because there’s nowayI’m walking out of here the same woman.
For the longest time, we don’t move.
Time restarts and punches holes in my memory. It’s a little like being very drunk on the sweetest wine, only this high won’t leave a hangover.
I don’t remember flopping down on his chest, leaving a steaming mess between my legs.
His hand rests on the back of my neck, stroking me like a kitten.
My nails dig into the skin of his shoulder.
I’m not sure he even notices.
That was…
“Holy shit,” I whisper, giggling weakly.
“Holy shit,” he agrees. “Shower?”
