Page 72 of Westin

“Oh God,” she breathes. “Westin.”

My hips meet hers, thrusting up into her body.

“Go on, come for me,” I urge. “Let it out.”

Her hands fly off my chest, fists tight, as pleasure hits her. I grip her wrists to hold her steady and let her lean back as it rolls through her body. I pull her in, propping myself up on the heel of my hand. My arm wraps around her, and I hold her close. She shakes, coming hard in my arms.

I’m on the edge. My brain is blank.

I’ve never seen her so pretty or so desperate.

She whimpers. I flip her onto her belly, lifting her by the hip. Her cunt is soft and wet, and I slide in easily. My eyes close, just for a breath.

God, I’ve come home.

Our bodies go still. My mouth brushes the back of her neck.

“Westin,” she whispers.

My name coming from her lips is heaven. I tilt her head back and kiss her mouth hard, giving her my tongue. When we break apart, her eyes are big and soft, hazy like the mist settling over the mountains. She’s at peace in this brief second.

My hips pick up again. My kisses are messy and chaotic on the nape of her neck and upper spine, imprinting it with all those lonely nights.

They say more than I can with my words.

I feel her glow, her bright heart. I taste her sunshine. Only this time, she’s tinged with grief. Her kisses used to taste like innocence.

My heart hurts, but my cock takes over. Desire moves in a rush down my spine. My hips stutter. I’m deep in her, moving in short strokes, unwilling to pull out any further than necessary.

My mouth is by her ear. She’s trembling.

“Don’t pull out,” she moans deliriously. “Come inside me. Please.”

All it takes is those words, and I’m tumbling over the edge. Pleasure rips through me, and I jerk my hips back and spill myself over the back of her thigh. My forehead presses into her upper spine. My hips work until I’m done, leaving her drenched in my cum.

“God, girl, you trying to get knocked up?” I say, giving her a sharp slap across the ass.

She moans, wriggling her hips.

“I’m not playing Russian Roulette with my dick while you’re married to another man,” I say, falling to my back beside her.

She rolls to her side, and I do the same. We’re inches apart. I smell the lust between her thighs, mixed with my cum. She reaches up and touches my face, running her finger down my jaw, laying it against my lips.

“I forgot what it’s like,” she whispers. “I don’t want to go back.”

“I can’t let you go home,” I say, voice hard.

Her eyes widen. “You don’t have a choice.”

I take a beat because she’s so fragile, I’m afraid to push back.

“Did you write his name in your family’s book?” I ask.

She smiles sadly. “No.”

I’ve had that in the back of my mind for weeks. Her name with his is an abomination.

“Good,” I say. “You come home with me today.”

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