Page 133 of Stolen Whispers


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Without remorse.

Without thinking of any consequences, because once again, I just did not give a shit.

I’d wanted her for far too long and nothing was going to keep me from the woman I loved. Not one damn thing.

She clung to my shoulders, her nails digging in and those long legs of her locked around my thighs. We moved together like a well-orchestrated machine, the fucking long and hard, but the sweetest action on earth.

With our breathing labored, we were rocking so hard the frame on the mirror behind us was slamming against the wall. We only laughed, barely cognizant of the situation.

And continued fucking.

Like beasts.

Like mates.

Her pussy muscles clenched around my cock, pulling me in even deeper. The sensations were off the chart, pushing me into even rougher actions.

Her eyes were dilated, the twist in her lips keeping my gaze locked on her gorgeous face. While the heat inside the small space was explosive, the rush of adrenaline pushed the intimate moment into a white-hot experience.

We were both already perspiring and the tiny beads of salt tickling her soft skin were an incredible draw. She buckedagainst me, taking every brutal plunge as if hungering for more. I fisted a handful of her luxurious hair, tangling my fingers in the long strands as I yanked her face closer.

The taste of her was even sweeter than before and while my tongue explored her mouth, my shaft continued swelling.

Every scrape of her fingernails on my skin would leave a mark and I’d be damned if that wasn’t exactly the same thoughts rushing through my mind. A spanking would be well served for toying with me. For making me wait.

For acting as if she was in control.

Not a chance.

Emmeline moaned even louder, the sounds in the room echoing. With our actions uncontrollable, a sudden crash filtered into our ears.

We broke the kiss, half laughing and half gasping for air, amused by whatever had been tossed onto the floor.

Then our lips locked again, her tongue finding mine first. There was no stopping or denying the two people who’d fallen madly in love and couldn’t care less about everyone else.

I could tell the instant she was close, her body shaking involuntarily in my arms.

So I rocked against her with even more force.

Another crash.

Another series of moans.

More heat.

As the climax rushed into her, Emmeline ripped our lips free, tossing her face toward the ceiling and allowing a crazed cry of satisfaction. Dear God, her pussy was about to swallow my dick whole.

With the single climax lingering, I closed my eyes, finally allowing myself a pure release and I finally understood the feeling of sheer ecstasy. Just as I erupted deep inside, filling her with my seed, we snapped our heads toward the door.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath as we disengaged and hastily clothed ourselves.

I did nothing more than laugh. “Yeah?”

“Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.” Her plea was ignored, but not by me.

By the entire group of people standing behind the door, Jaxon the one to push it open.