Our bodies slide together as our hips meet over and over again.
I can barely catch my breath as every muscle grows so taut I feel like I’m about to break.
His hips pump faster and faster, his cock thrusting in and out of me with such force that I can’t think a single thought other than how much I want more.
One last thrust and my insides explode, the orgasm that rips through me so powerful, I forget to breathe as my entire body shakes through the spasms, my cries echoing off the bathroom walls.
He pushes up into me, two, three more times and then hisses in my ear, his hips jerking a last thrust before he breaks too, cumming inside me, his fingers so tight around my ass, I can barely move from their grip.
We ride out every last pulse of pleasure, before he sinks back into the water, my forehead falling to his. “Holy shit.”
He holds my head in his hands, his fingers tangling in the wet strands of my hair. “I’ll love you forever, Sasha.”
I try to blink away the fog. This thing always had an expiration date. I smile before I kiss him. Nothing would make me happier than to have his heart forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Ryker
Sasha falls to sleep again,but she’s basically on top of me. Not that her weight is a problem, she’s more like a warm weighted blanket, and any other night, she’d put me right to sleep.
But between Sver’s visit and the fact that Killian figured out the truth, I know I’m trying to sleep in a house of cards.
And the whole thing is about to come tumbling down.
I wanted to tell Sasha. I’m going to tell her tomorrow. The longer I go without sharing the truth, the worse it’s going to be.
But when she looked at me with those eyes, her body exposed to me, telling me that she loved me, I just…
I wanted to feel that love just once. No barriers, because once she’s learned what I’ve done, I may never get the chance again.
I close my eyes, hugging her tightly and breathing in her scent.
I finally fall asleep, and wake to the distinct sound of banging.
My eyes fly open, and I realize the sun is bright in the bedroom. I don’t know what time it is, but I know who is likely knocking at the door.
Sasha picks up her head, her eyes sleepy and unfocused. “What’s wrong?”
My phone on the bedside table rings, Triston’s name flashing on the screen. I kiss my woman and then slide out from under her. “You aren’t going to answer?”
“Would you?” I say with a wink even as I head to the shower.
Sasha looks at me, her head cocking before she picks up the phone. “Hello?”
I pause in the doorway, listening.
It must take Triston a moment to recalibrate, because he is silent for two counts before he finally says, “Sasha?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I’m sure you wanted Ryker. He’s in the shower.”
“We were knocking on the door.”
“Strict orders,” she says as she nips her lip, her eyes meeting mine. “I’m not allowed to answer doors.”
Triston lets out a breath. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
“I could let you in?—”
