Or won’t.
“You feel...” he moans. “Christ, Jess... you feel like fucking heaven!”
My calves lock behind his back, heels digging into the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him deeper still. A gasp punches from my lungs as he fills every hollow, every secret space.
“Move,” I beg against his jaw, my teeth scraping stubble. “Please. Before I break.”
He obeys with a groan that vibrates through my ribs. Not fast,relentless.
Long, drugging withdrawals followed by hammer-deep thrusts that hit a place inside me that sparks white behind my eyelids.
Each stroke builds a new tension inside me, arching my spine off the rug. I’m languid, oversensitive, and yet starved for more.
A paradox only he understands.
“I’m close...” His warning is grittedbetween kisses along my collarbone. “Toofuckingclose to be good for you—”
“Don’t care.” My nails carve half-moons into his shoulders, claiming him as he claims me. “Just. Don’t.Fucking. Stop.Fucking.”
And he doesn’t.
His rhythm suddenly shatters into something primal. Harder, faster, a piston-drive of hips that slams me into the rug. Glues me to the cabin floor.
Firelight gilds the sweat on his chest as he chases his end, yet even now, his gaze pins mine:
You’re with me.
You’re mine.
The duality wrecks me. This beautiful, controlled man becoming utterly undone, yet holding me anchored in the storm.
When his release crashes through him, he buries his face in the curve of my neck. A raw, guttural cry tears free.
“Jess!”
My name like a shattered psalm against my pulse.
I feel his condom grow hotter as he spills inside it, the convulsive jerk of his hips, the tremor in his thighs—
And I detonate, too.
“Marco—!” I choke out, arching violently off the rug as my own release seizes me.
No slow build this time. It’s just pure, frantic unraveling.
My inner walls clamp around him in rapid-fire pulses, milking his cock as he continues to empty himself. The force of it wrings a sudden gush from me, hot and slick between our bodies, just a little spill against his thrusting hips.
“Fuck,yes—” he rasps, feeling it. The clenching, the wet heat.
He grinds deeper, dragging his cock along that swollen spot inside me until I’m sobbing, utterly sobbing, my thighs shaking, my nails scoring his back.
“Give it all to me,” he says. “Every...fucking...drop.”
I shatter again, and a second climax rips through me. Shorter, sharper, but blinding.
White fire fills my eyes as I gush again, just a hot trickle this time. My hips piston against his, chasing the aftershocks while he groans, still pulsing inside me. My convulsions are so powerful, I lift his entire body up an inch each time, despite how heavy he is.
Finally he collapses on me, his breath heaving. One hand fists in my hair.
