Page 92 of Wreckage

His words sent a flurry of excitement through my body. I urged him to move on top of me. He took the hint and grasped his cock, running it up and down my pussy as he balanced on one arm over me.

He stared at me, his trademark panty-soaker smile on his lips, before he pushed forward, breaching me in a burning ache that was all too reminiscent of being with Adrian earlier.

I moaned softly as he slowly pushed deep into my body. When he finally bottomed out, he kissed me again.

Then he moved and didn’t stop until I was flooding him with my release, my body trembling from him putting me through my paces. He came with a soft groan, his cock twitching deep inside me. He finally came to rest, lazily kissing me.

Then he nuzzled into my neck, and I held onto him, comforting him. A soft sigh left his mouth. I wondered if anyone had ever comforted him before like this. It didn’t seem like anyone had, so I held on tighter, vowing never to let go.

Troy eventually moved off me, and we lay tangled together, our breathing still unsteady, our bodies warm and satisfied despite the winter pressing around us, threatening us with the possibility of never escaping.

Troy held me tightly, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along my skin, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

The silence stretched between us for a long time, the crackling of the fire the only sound until it was shattered.

A long, low howl pierced the night.

I tensed immediately, my fingers clutching at Troy’s chest, my heart pounding.

“What was that?” I whispered.

Troy’s body stiffened, his arms tightening around me protectively.

“Wolves,” he murmured.

My stomach twisted.

I pulled back slightly, staring up at him. “You’re not leaving again,” I said firmly. “Not if there are wolves out there.”

Troy held my gaze, his jaw set grimly, and then he nodded.

“I won’t,” he promised.

I let out a slow breath, relief flooding through me, but the anxiety still clawed at my chest.

“Troy,” I whispered.

He hummed softly, his fingers running gently through my hair. “Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

His hold on me tightened, his voice soft but strong.

“If I have to, I’ll start hiking. I’ll find a way out.”

Panic rose in me instantly, my head snapping up.

“No,” I whispered harshly. “I don’t want you to put yourself in danger.”

Troy stared at me, his gaze heavy, unwavering.

“Elena,” he murmured. “I can’t sit here and let us waste away.”

My throat tightened, tears burning behind my eyes, but I swallowed them.

“Let’s just—let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I whispered.

Troy exhaled, pressing a slow, deep kiss to my lips like he was sealing a vow he wasn’t sure he could keep.

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