Page 117 of Shatter

Then I push back in, slow and deep.

She moans, and her fingers curl against the wood.

I keep it slow for a long time.

Long, slow strokes, all the way out and all the way home, my hands locked on her hips, feeling every ripple of her around me.

"Harder." She's gasping. "Please. Harder."

I give her what she's asking for.

I tighten my grip on her hips and drive into her, hard enough to rock the bench, hard enough to rattle the tools still hanging on the pegboard above it.

The sound of it fills the shop, skin slapping skin and my breath tearing out of me.

"You feel that?" My voice has gone low and filthy against her back. "That's mine. You're taking every inch of me."

"Yes." She's shaking. "Yes, Espen."

"I'm gonna fill you up." I drive into her again, deep, and hold there. "I'm gonna come so deep inside you, you'll feel me for days. Every time you move tomorrow, you'll know I was here."

She makes a raw, broken sound, and her body clenches around me.

"Do it." She's begging now, pushing back to meet every thrust. "I want it. I want to feel you in me all night. Please."

I fuck her harder.

My hands never leave her hips.

Her back arches, and her cries climb higher.

She starts to tighten around me, fluttering and gripping.

"Come for me." It tears out of me. "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel it."

She shatters.

She comes with a raw scream bouncing off the metal walls, her body locking around me in hard, rhythmic pulses, milking me, dragging me over the edge after her.

I can't stop it, and I don't want to.

I bury myself as deep as I can go, and I come inside her, hard, spilling into her in long, shuddering pulses while my forehead drops against her spine.

"Faen." It rips out of me, raw. "Faen, Annika."

I stay there.

Buried in her, shaking, my chest heaving against her back, both of us gasping in the heat.

I don't want to leave her.

When I finally ease out, I look down.

I'm on her.

Shining on the insides of her thighs in the yellow light, slipping down her skin.

Mine.