Page 112 of Stay Wild Darlin’

“Dalton.”

Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she came hard, her body trembling as I fucked her through it, chasing my own release.

I held her still, shoved deep, and let go, filling her with everything I had while she shook and moaned, hands still bound, her body completely undone.

She slumped forward, chest to chest with me, my name still falling from her lips.

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Poppy

We were in bed, clean but still tender, bodies aching in a way that only came from being completely spent.

He’d washed my hair in the shower. Hands gentle, mouth quiet. There was no rush, just warm water and silence while his fingers slid down my spine, memorizing my body.

I was curled against his chest, his arm wrapped around me, our legs tangled in the sheets that smelled like him.

I exhaled slowly, my cheek pressed to his shoulder. “So,” I murmured, barely louder than the quiet between us. “I guess the second bed wasn’t necessary.”

His thumb traced slow circles over my hip. “No,” he chuckled. “It never was.”

I closed my eyes and let myself believe him.

Nothing about this felt temporary.

Not the bed.

Not the way he held me.

Not him.

Not us.

I leaned over, reaching for him instinctively, my hand brushing cool sheets where his body should’ve been.

My eyes flew open, breath catching as I scanned the room.

Dalton was sitting by the window, his broad frame hunched slightly, elbows resting on his knees. The early morning light bled in behind him, but it didn’t soften the tension in his shoulders.

One coffee cup sat on the small table beside him, untouched. Another was held between his palms.

“Hey,” I said quietly, pushing myself upright, the sheet slipping from my chest. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer right away, and that silence twisted something low in my stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

Not the way he was sitting. Not the way he wasn’t looking at me.

My pulse thudded in my throat as I watched him.

“Dalton?”

He blinked, finally turning his head. His eyes met mine—and whatever was in them made my stomach drop.

He set the coffee cup down gently and sat back in the chair.

“I need to talk to you.”

Panic surged fast and sharp, coiling in my belly while my heart pounded too loud.