Page 101 of Neon Vows


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Harrison groaned.

Then he shifted, positioned, and surged deep inside me.

Our gasps tangled as the heat enveloped us.

Then it was just friction, heat, movement, moans.

Complete and utter pleasure in the most devastating way imaginable.

Then, when the climax came, I splintered like glass in sunlight, each shard humming with light.

“Fuck, Layna,” Harrison groaned, feeling me clenching around him.

Then he buried deep and shuddered as he came with me.

We stayed that way for a long time after, bodies thrumming with pleasure, pulse and breath in sync.

When he finally tried to pull away, some part of me panicked and clutched him tighter.

“I’m not leaving,” he told me, voice soft.

This time, when he shifted, he took me with him, both of us on our sides, bodies close.

I knew I needed to pull away, to clean up, get dressed, and get some space.

But with Harrison’s fingers drifting gently over my body, I couldn’t force myself to move away.

I arched into his touch.

I melted into his warmth.

Until, suddenly, my damn stomach growled.

Harrison chuckled.

“Guess I need to feed you before we go food shopping.”

The spell momentarily broken, I pulled back.

“Yeah,” I agreed, moving to sit off the side of the bed.

Harrison moved to kneel behind me, his lips meeting my neck from behind.

There was a crack in my chest.

And I knew that if I didn’t move right then, he was going to sink right in.

So I got up and rushed to the bathroom, climbing back in the shower and scrubbing myself until my skin was red and sore.

By the time I made my way back out, Harrison was gone, along with his swim trunks.

I exhaled hard, threw on jeans and a tee, then made my way into the common area.

Harrison was waiting for me, changed out of the trunks, but not in one of his usual suits. No, this was Harrison in casual mode. He had on well-fitting chinos, a brown belt, and a tucked-in black polo shirt.

It was somehow just as hot as his suits, even if he didn’t have sleeves to roll up and torture me with.

That wasn’t the only thing different about Harrison, though.