“Ember, wow,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure. “I love how you feel around me.”
I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in slightly as the sensations built.
The friction was exquisite, each movement pushing me closer to the edge.
Possessive and hungry, he slid a hand up my back to tangle in my hair and fisted it tightly, making me groan as he pulled me down harder.
“Christ… harder,” I begged, now gasping. “I’m so close.”
Every thrust to meet my body was controlled and forceful. We were so in sync.
The intensity sent me spiraling, my body trembling as the orgasm hit.
My walls clenched, and my stomach tightened. I convulsed as he bit down on a nipple and praised me. "Good girl, Ember… Such a good girl."
His thumb pressed on my clit then light, and I shuddered as he took over entirely.
His hips began bucking into me, driving upward with a force that took my breath away.
I'd barely come down from my orgasm when I realized how close the next one was.
He gave me no time to recover, and the one building felt stronger still.
"God… oh, God," I mumbled and he sucked my neck hard. I dipped my chin so he couldn't leave a hickey, and his lips found mine again while he growled into my mouth.
"So close," he grunted, chasing his high, and I clenched as hard as I could while I felt my second climax cresting.
When it broke, I was a mess of groans and sobs, and Nate had blood dotting his shoulders while he blew his load, dumping hot, sticky juices into me until they drained from me onto his body.
I shuddered and sighed and pressed my forehead to his while the last few twitches carried me deeper into relaxation.
My mind felt clear for the first time in days… until the cramping started again.
It was dull at first, then sharper, and I winced despite myself.
My hands went to my belly and I laid my head on his shoulder to hide my grimace.
"You all right?" Nate asked, clearly aware that something was wrong with me.
"Just cramps," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'll be fine."
I knew I wasn't fine, though.
Every time this happened, horrible images of me miscarrying his baby flashed in my mind and made me irrational.
It'd be better if I just took a test and saw a doctor, but I was paralyzed with fear.
If someone saw me going into a clinic or OB's office…
"Ember—"
"I'm okay," I said quickly, though I was stuffing down anxiety like a binge eater at a buffet. "Do you have any pain reliever?"
"Of course," he said, and he helped me lie down on my side.
I watched him get up and slide his boxers back on, then he covered me with the couch throw and walked out of the room.
When he returned a moment later with a glass of water and two pills, I took them and swallowed them gratefully, then lay back down, curling onto my side.
