Page 19 of Owned In Misty Mountain

Louder.

He groans, hips jerking, and then he follows—thrusting deep one last time and spilling with a growl so deep it vibrates through my bones.

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He doesn’t move for a long time.

Just keeps me close.

Wrapped in his arms.

Breathing like he just came back to life.

Then he kisses my temple and says it—low and sure.

“You’re mine now, Shanay.”

Nine

Mike

I wake up hard.

Not just morning wood. Not just I-had-a-dream hard.

Ravenous.

And she’s right there.

Lying next to me, curled into my side like she belongs there.

Which she does.

Her skin’s warm.

Soft.

Smells like sweat, lavender, and the sex we didn’t stop having last night.

Her leg’s tossed over mine.

Her bare thigh pressing right up against my cock like she wants me to lose it.

I stare at the ceiling.

Try to breathe.

Try not to roll her over and shove my dick inside her until she’s screaming my name.

It’s no use.

Not with her whimpering softly in her sleep, shifting just enough to grind into my hips.

I groan and bury my face in her neck.

She smells like heaven.

And she moan when I kiss her there.

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