Page 86 of From Wink to Kink

My cock flashes in and out of her as I start fucking her again. My eyes are trained on her as I feel yet another orgasm starting to build for her.

“You like this?” I mutter, and she nods weakly.

“Yeah? What about this? This okay?”

One of my hands closes around her throat.

She nods again, reaching a hand down to rub her own clit.

“Mmmm, baby, yeah. Gonna fuck you so hard.”

Those are the last words spoken. Grunts and moans and panting breaths take over as I fuck her hard.

Every time I push forward, my fingers tighten around her throat, and she gets closer to the edge.

Finally, she can’t hold on any longer. She comes and comes hard, so hard she is almost seizing.

I ride out her orgasm, my fingers still around her throat, until she comes down from the high. Then I grip her knees, shove them up and apart, and begin hammering her even harder.

My thrusts became erratic, and I know I am close.

When I come, it is with a roar. My body shakes above her, then I collapse, breathing heavily. Rolling to my feet, I pull her up and lead her to the bed.

We both collapse into it, and I manage to drag the comforter over us before my arm reaches around her and she slides into semi-consciousness.

I press a soft kiss to her forehead, making a silent vow. I'm not letting her go without a fight. Not this time.

Because Ruby Brooks might think she's not made for my world, but the truth is, she is my world. And I'll do whatever it takes to show her that.

As I join her in drifting off, I feel something I haven't felt in weeks… hope.

Tomorrow will bring its own challenges. The photos, Tyler, the team, we'll have to face it all. But for now, in this moment, everything is perfect.

And I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way.

My post-sex nap is the best sleep I’ve had since I’ve been back home. When I wake, I stretch my arm out for her.

But the bed is empty. I’m alone.

Ruby is gone, and the sheets are icy.

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Her scent lingerson the pillows. The memory of her touch, her taste, is too vivid to be a dream.

"Baby? I call, my voice rough. No answer.

I sit up, scanning the room. Her clothes are gone. The bathroom door is open, revealing an empty space. The hope that had bloomed in my chest lays down and dies.

She left. Without saying goodbye. Again.

I fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. How could I have been so stupid? She made it clear from the start that this was a one-time thing.It’s the last time, she said. I should have known better than to hope for more.

But hope I did. Like an idiot, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, things were going to change. That she had felt the same connection I did.

Fuck all, I was wrong.

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