Page 94 of Haunt Me, Maybe

The slick slide of him inside me. The wet sounds filling the clearing. The way his fingers never stopped circling my clit.

When I started to shake, when my thighs quivered, and my breath came in short, desperate pants, he held me upright and fucked me even deeper. Harder. Even the tree creaked under the force.

“Come for me,” he rasped against my ear. “I want to feel you clench around my cock. Tell the whole maze who you belong to.”

I shattered with a cry, my inner walls pulsing so hard Wes groaned like he’d been struck. The orgasm rolled through me in waves, dragging the last of the sting away until there was only heat. Only fullness. Only him.

Wes

I felt her shatter around me—felt every violent flutter, every desperate clench as she came hard on my cock, soaking us both. Her cry echoed off the ancient tree like it belonged to the night itself, while her walls milked me in rhythmic pulses, greedy and perfect, trying to pull me over the edge with her.

But I held back.

Every instinct screamed at me to let go, to bury myself deeper and flood her until there was nothing left but the sticky heat of us. I didn’t. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her do it again. So I slowed, only shallow rocks now, as I dragged out her aftershocks.

Fuck, she was so swollen around me, like her body couldn’t decide whether to push me out or pull me deeper.

My lips found the damp curve of her neck. She was shaking, her legs barely holding her up. Her breaths came in soft, wrecked little pants as I pressed my mouth to her ear.

“You okay, Trouble?” My hand slid up to cup her cheek and turned her face to meet my eyes. “Did I hurt you? Was that too hard?”

She shook her head, still dazed. “No,” she whispered. “No, it was…perfect. A lot, but in the best way.”

Relief hit me like a drug. I brushed my thumb over her swollen lower lip, watching the way her pupils were still blown wide. The way her chest rose and fell like she’d run another mile through the maze.

“Good,” I purred, letting a slow, hungry smile curve my mouth. “Because we’re not finished.”

I flexed my hips once, and she gasped. Her sensitive walls rippled around me in fresh protest. I was still buried to the hilt, not even close to softening. If anything, watching her come undone had only made me harder; made the ache in my balls sharper.

Those beautiful lavender eyes grew huge with surprise, then dawning heat. A fresh flush crawled up her throat, turning her skin rosy under the moonlight.

“You…you didn’t⁠—”

“Nope.” I kissed the shell of her ear, voice dropping to that low, flirty growl I knew she was starting to crave. “Not even close. Watching you come apart on my cock? Feeling you squeeze me like that? It just made me want to keep going. Made me want to fill you up until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

She whimpered, and I felt her body respond instantly with more pressure around my length. Oversensitive but still greedy. God, this woman. I rocked forward again.

“You thought we were done?” I teased, lips brushing her jaw. “I’ve barely started. I’m gonna fuck you slow and deep until you come again. And this time? I’m coming with you. Gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking me for hours.”

“Wes,” she hissed. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Who says?”

Her breath hitched, and she pushed back against me instinctively, chasing more even though I knew she had to be aching. I nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in. Reaching between us, I felt where our bodies met and spread her wider so I could judge exactly how slick she was. My other hand went back to her clit—fingers pressing featherlight.

Just enough to tease her back to that edge without overwhelming her.

“Tell me you can take it, Trouble,” I commanded. “Tell me you want me to keep splitting this perfect little pussy open until we both lose it.”

She turned her head and found my mouth even at this awkward angle. The kiss was messy and open, all teeth and tongue and need.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed against my lips. “Don’t you dare stop.”

The growl that ripped out of me was pure possession, and I started moving again. Deep and unforgiving. With every drag out, I let her feel the stretch all over again. Every slide back in, I filled her until she whimpered. I talked her through it all—filthy praise poured right into her ear like I had all night.

Every slow thrust pulled wet, obscene sounds from between us that sounded extra loud in the quiet clearing. The maze had gone silent, like even the stalks were listening. Aven’s moans climbed higher, breathier; turning into those desperate little gasps that told me she was right on the edge again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet I can hear it,” I grunted. “So tight, even after coming all over me. I’m gonna make you come again, Aven.”