Her hands slide through my hair, pulling me down for a kiss that’s messy and desperate and perfect.
She meets every thrust, body syncing to mine like we’ve done this a thousand times.
"You feel incredible," I grit out against her neck. "I could lose myself in you and never come back."
She tightens around me and moans like the words wreck her.
"Bryce, I…"
I catch her hips, stopping movement just long enough to force her to look at me again.
"Let go," I murmur.
She tries with every inch of effort to keep control, but her body gives me the truth.
She trembles first. Then holds on for dear life. Then falls apart completely.
Her orgasm hits sharp and sudden with her legs shaking, nails digging into my shoulders, and her voice crying my name like a confession.
I don't stop. I don't slow. I chase every wave, every sound, every shiver like I can memorize them.
When I'm close, I grip her hips and bury my face in her neck.
"Tell me you want this as much as I do."
She exhales like surrender.
"I want you."
That does it.
Pleasure slams into me so hard I groan against her skin, holding her tight while my body gives in.
For a long moment, neither of us moves… breathing hard, skin pressed, hearts racing like we ran through fire.
Slowly, I ease out of her and collapse beside her.
No talking. Just breathing. Just existing in whatever the hell this is.
Eventually, her fingers trace idle circles along my stomach.
Soft. Thoughtless. Intimate.
When she finally speaks, her voice is small… not weak, not scared, just real.
"This wasn't supposed to happen again."
I kiss her temple.
"Yes it was," I say quietly. "And it did."
Chapter fifteen
Annabelle
“It was one night. Two nights. Two… mistakes. Temporary. Absolutely temporary.”
I mutter this to myself while opening my laptop, trying to force my pulse into something resembling normal.
