Page 151 of In Shadows We Dance

“Touch yourself for me again.”

Her hand moves, her fingers finding her clit. Her breath catches as she starts to stroke, her body trembling beneath her own touch. I let the camera capture every detail. The flush in her cheeks, the way her body arches, the subtle tremor in her thighs as she chases her release.

“Keep going.” My free hand strokes over her knee, sliding up the inside of her thigh. “I want to see everything.”

Her movements grow bolder, her lips parting with a soft moan as her eyes flutter shut. Her body writhes, her breathing ragged, and I frame her in the lens one last time, capturing the exact moment her pleasure overtakes her. The shutter clicks as her back bows, her cries breaking the quiet as she falls apart.

“Wren …” Her voice breaks on my name, and I set the camera aside, unable to wait any longer.

Moving over her, my hands frame her face as I press my forehead to hers.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I whisper. “Completely undone for me.”

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her fingers thread through my hair, as I take her again, slow and gentle this time. Her body molds to mine, every movement a dance, every breath shared. Her nails bite into my skin, her moans building with each thrust, and I can see the tension rising in her again, drawing her closer to the edge.

“Don’t hold back.” I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “I want all of it.”

Her body bows beneath me, her cries muffled against my shoulder when she falls apart again. The feel of her, the sound of her surrender, pulls me under with her, and I bury myself inside her one last time, my body locking as I let go.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing. I trail kisses along her throat, over her shoulder, down to her breast where I suck a nipple into my mouth. Circling it lazily with my tongue, I give a gentle nip, and then roll off her and collapse beside her.

“Open your legs for me,” I whisper.

Her eyes flutter open, head turning to seek me out. I sit up, and her legs fall open. My breath catches at the sight of her, at the way my cum mixes with hers, dripping between her thighs.

It’s raw. Visceral. Perfect.

Click. I take a photograph of the unmistakable evidence of what we’ve done.

“Wren?” Her voice is soft, hesitant.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t regret this,” she says, her words quiet but firm. “Any of it.”

I lift my eyes to meet hers, and she smiles at me. Leaning over her, I capture her mouth again in one last kiss, then pull away toroll onto my back. She follows me, pressing kisses to my shoulder, my chest, and then she sits up.

“I need to clean up.”

My hand gropes for the camera when she stands.

Click. She glances back at me, a shy smile playing on her lips, her hips swaying as she walks toward the bathroom.

Click. She crawls back onto the bed a few minutes later.

Click. Her lips press against my skin, trailing from my hip to my chest, her tongue flicking over my nipple.

Click. She rests her head against my chest and closes her eyes.

Click.Her breathing slows, her eyes fluttering shut and sleep claims her.

I roll onto my side, my fingers trailing over the bruises and bites scattered across her skin.

Mymarks.Myclaim.

That’s the last thought in my head when sleep pulls me under.

The sound of my cell phone shatters the quiet, startling me out of sleep. I grope around, peer at the caller display then connect the call.

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