Page 204 of Hold Me Until Morning

Done for.

Destroyed.

Greed filled her gaze, and I nearly died at the loss of friction when she slowed then stopped, but then I was dying all over again when she languidly shifted around.

This time in the best way possible.

The woman giving me a view of that round, sumptuous ass as she straddled me facing away.

A greedy groan tumbled around like rocks in my chest. “You really are trying to wreck me.”

“You asked for it.” She sent me a saucy grin, though it was affection in those eyes, and I knew I was the luckiest bastard alive when she sank back down.

Her cunt fisted me in its tight, wet grip, and she gasped out at the change in position.

I had to grit my teeth not to burst apart at the blinding bliss that streaked through my body.

Intensity shivered around us, tiny lightning bolts in the room, that energy whipping and whirring, this connection unlike anything I’d ever shared with another.

I wrapped an arm around her front and fisted the other up in the fall of her hair, and I pressed my lips to the back of her neck. “I love you, Hailey. You got me. All my days. All my tomorrows. Every night and every morning.”

“Every second,” she murmured.

I could feel the charge in the air. The sense that everything was going to combust.

Crackles lit on our flesh. Pinpricks that sparked and flamed and whipped.

I ran my fingertips across her back, following the chills that blazed a path across her skin.

Puffs of need left her on wisps, and she started moving again, taking me in slow, measured strokes, my hand bound in her hair and her back brushing my chest as she rocked.

And it felt like we’d become one entity.

One body.

One mind.

One existence.

Our souls meshing.

Our worlds colliding and crashing.

In the aftermath, we’d become something brand new.

I let my hand wander down her belly so I could get to her engorged, needy clit.

The woman wound in desire, need escaping her lips with every roll of her hips.

Heat flared the second I touched her, and I swirled my fingers around that sweet nub.

Hailey began to gasp and writhe, the two of us rising, our spirits lifting, this pleasure gathering the strength of a thousand suns.

I pushed my mouth up to her ear. “Let go,” I grunted.

Hailey sank back into my hold and she whispered, “I already did. I’m yours. My heart is in your hands.”

I felt her orgasm hit. Spasms lit her up. A full-body glow as she whimpered and writhed.

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