Page 128 of When Hearts Collide

So fucking beautifully. So fucking perfect.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she mewls, her words inflaming every part of me, and I clamp my fingers around her hips and thrust into her with the anguish of a dying man enjoying his last meal.

My lips find hers again, tasting her once more, telling her without words how much I love her, how I wish things were different.

But then again, words are never necessary between us.

She knows.

A burst of saltiness reaches my tongue and my eyes open, my vision blurry, and I realize tears have escaped me.

Millie shakes as she kisses me back ardently, her lips trailing over the wetness on my cheeks as if she wants to take away all my pain.

My cock slams into her repeatedly from below, my chair squeaking under the harried motions of our bodies as we’re carried away by this tempest we never want to leave.

A heated burn gathers in my thighs as the thrusts turn into pistoning. The sounds of skin slapping against skin mixes with the clinking of the metal pieces of my belt buckle.

Her legs shake and her pussy grips my cock in a vise and I know she’s close.

“I love you,” she whimpers as I ravish her thoroughly.

Her gasps turn louder and pitchier. My balls draw up and contract as unbearable pleasure gathers below. I love you, too, Millie. I love you so fucking much.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Anderson, open this door right now! We need to discuss some things.” Jacob’s command travels through the door.

Millie pulls back, her body frozen on top of mine, her eyes widening in panic.

The sounds of our breathing are loud in the room. I stare at her, my breathtaking soulmate, someone I was blessed to love, even if only for a short period.

I don’t stop.

Instead, I grip her waist tighter and slam her harder on my cock.

I need her. One last time.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Her nails dig into my arms as we stare at each other, my mind memorizing every feature of her—her doe-like eyes, her plump bottom lip, her heavy-lidded gaze as she’s close to orgasm—every cell of my body imprints with hers, committing to memory how our bodies join and merge into one.

Her lips fall open as her eyes glaze over. The trembling of her legs starts up once more and I feel a fresh torrent of wetness gushing out of her.

“Anderson! Open this door right now or I’m calling security.”

She freezes and shakes her head, but I hold on to her.

“Safe word, Millie, say the safe word.”

My words come out as low grunts. I’m delirious with want, with the need to be with her this final time because this will be the memory I’ll revisit over and over when I lay awake at night, sleepless to the thoughts of her.

“Never,” she replies, and she moves harder against me, like she wants to impale me deeper inside so I can never leave her.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“They decided against Archer and Tammy,” I rasp, locking my arms around her back. “The committee made their decision this morning. I didn’t have the heart to tell you.”

She shakes and claws at my back, her head thrown back. I reach down and pinch her swollen clit, and she comes undone.

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