The air in my lungs burns out and doesn’t return.
Face twisted, I curl my fingers around the duvet, tamping back a sob. I needed him to meet me where I’m at. Needed him to be solid. He has met me where I am, swept me off my feet, and his hold has no sign of letting me fall.
Ever.
Chapter 25
MILES
I’ve moved too fast.
I couldn’t help it if I tried.
London stares up at me. Her face is... wrecked.
I grip her hips as if they are my only remaining anchor. “I—we were supposed to take it slow, I know. But I?—”
She shakes her head as a wobbly smile ghosts over her beautiful face. “It’s just right.”
God, thank fuck.
My throat swells as I’m overcome with emotion. My throbbing cock brings me back to where we are. I give her hair a tug, and her expression fades to need.
I slam into her, and she gasps before mouthing a curse.
She pushes back into me on the next thrust. My cue to get back to business. The business of ruining this incredible woman. Ruin her for any other man.
I pull out, ever so slow.
And fuck.
Slow is fucking overrated.
I pump into her, sending my hand around, finger brushing over her clit. Her back arches further and she tightens down around me.
“Good girl,” I say, tugging her hair, sliding an arm underneath her to raise her up until her back meets my chest. I thunder into her as she turns her head, mouth hunting for mine.
I close my hand around her throat, and she moans.
“Come on, London. Beautiful, give it up.”
“No.”
“Brat.”
She huffs a low sound as her mouth curls up. “Yes sir.”
My thrusts turn punishing.
Every breath she takes is lined with a sweet sound now, and I don’t know how much longer I can last without her coming first.
I swirl a finger over her clit, and she gasps. Her body starts to tremble.
“Come for me, baby. Go on.”
She whimpers, and I turn her head to capture her mouth with mine.
I swallow down the most incredible sound this woman has ever given up, and she shatters around my cock, milking me fucking dry.
