Page 151 of Hold Me Until Morning

A frenzy as he wound himself between my thighs.

No hesitation before he drove into me.

Shock ripped from me on a needy moan, and my back arched from the bed as my nails sank into his shoulders.

A fevered grunt rolled up his thick throat as he seated himself deep.

The man so big my nails raked across his flesh as I struggled to adjust to him all over again.

In an instant, he began to work me.

There was no playfulness to it the way there’d been last night.

This was dire.

This was need.

This was a confession.

One arm fully curled around me to hold me against him as he pumped and stroked and fucked. The other hand was pressed to the mattress to hold us up.

He rocked in frantic thrusts.

Intense and extreme.

I lifted my hips to meet him, thrust after brutal thrust.

Bursts of pleasure sparked in my body and projected from my mouth.

He swallowed them with impassioned kisses.

With his need that I could feel swill around us. Rising from the depths of an unfathomable sea. Sinking down from the darkest heavens.

All around.

Everywhere.

No walls.

No boundaries.

I clawed at his back while he took me as if I were his to take.

Forever.

Branded.

Our spirits melded and our hearts thrashed and the energy that had bound us from the beginning wrapped us in steel threads.

Those shocks of pleasure grew and built, spreading out to leach into every surface of who I was.

Cody angled just right, and his mouth went to my ear, his words gruff and low. “You’re mine, Hailey Wagner.”

I came apart at the command because that’s exactly what it felt like.

A command.

A claim.

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