Page 171 of Trapped Truth

“Warner.” I bury my forehead in the pillow beneath me. “Don’t tease.”

“Impatient as ever.”

A warm touch smooths over my backside and hips, pulling me into a better angle. My spine curves further, brushing the tips of my breasts on the bedsheets. I fist the material, muscles locked tight to accept his advance.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I watched that bullet hit.” His voice is raspy. “Never scare me like that again, Ember.”

The punishing slap he delivers across my ass betrays his pent-up fear.

“You continue to put yourself at risk for us. Why?”

Another smack, this one closer to my throbbing cunt.

“Because I love you!”

“Yet scaring me half to death seems like an okay thing to do?”

The next hit lands directly on my abused pussy lips. I shudder and shake, crying his name loud enough for the whole hotel suite to hear.

“No!”

“Then never, ever do it again.” Warner trails his fingertips over my inflamed skin. “You’re to stay safe from now on.”

“Yes… I will.”

“Do you promise?”

“P-Please…”

Yet another crack has pain radiating across my left cheek. My back arches and crackles with dispersed energy.

“Do you promise, Em?”

“Yes! I swear!”

“Good girl. I never want to feel like that again.”

Rather than hitting me again, he plunges inside me in one precise strike. A loud moan rushes past my lips as his thick cock stretches me open, thrust forward on the bed by the possessive need in his attack. But hell if I’d have it any other way.

Nails rake down my spine, planting a searing trail. He draws back then strikes again, slotting himself into my centre without a beat of hesitation. Pressed into the mattress, I rock against him. I’m not going to last long at this rate.

Warner adopts a driving pace, rowing into me like he’s chasing away the memories of all we’ve endured. The road to reach this point has demanded enough from us. He’s entitled to a victory lap.

I’m beaten into a blissful puddle of joy by his cock, overstimulated to a vicious breaking point that beckons ever closer. His body smacking into mine fuels the cataclysm that looms, vying to toss me into a final meltdown.

“Do you have one more in you for me?” Warner grunts out.

“Fuck, yes! Please!”

“Give me everything, love. I want it all. Every last piece of you.”

The slap he lands on my ass travels all the way to where his dick pounds on my hidden spot. The vibrations travel outward, bringing our collision to its apex. We’re both powerless to halt the inevitable.

“Ember!” he roars loudly.

“Oh, God!”

Not even clutching the bedsheets can hold me steady. The electric shocks racing at maximum velocity across my skin drag me into a climax right behind him. We’re both spiralling, united in an eruption of pure bliss.