Page 104 of Boulder's Weight

The urgency in her voice triggers something primal in me.

I settle between her thighs, positioning myself at her entrance, but don't push in yet.

Instead, I look into her eyes, needing something I can't quite name.

"Tell me you're mine," I say, the words escaping before I can stop them.

Her eyes widen slightly, something vulnerable and hopeful flashing across her face. "I'm yours, Boulder. Just yours."

With those words echoing in my ears, I thrust into her in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt.

We both groan at the sensation, her inner walls gripping me tight, hot and wet around my cock.

I begin to move, setting a pace that's just shy of punishing.

Each thrust drives me deeper, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

Her nails rake down my back, egging me on, her legs locked around my waist, taking me deeper still.

"Fuck, Kelsey," I growl against her neck. "You feel so goddamn good."

She arches beneath me, her body responding to my voice as much as my touch. "Don't stop," she gasps. "Please, don't stop."

As if I could. As if anything could tear me away from her.

I shift the angle of my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out.

Her eyes fly open, locking with mine as I maintain the rhythm, watching as pleasure builds on her face.

"That's it," I encourage, feeling her begin to tighten around me. "Come for me, Montana. Let me feel you."

Her body obeys, clenching around my cock as she shatters beneath me, my name a broken cry on her lips.

The sight of her coming undone, combined with the grip of her body, pushes me over the edge with her.

I follow her into oblivion, my release hitting me with an intensity that leaves me gasping, hard.

For several long moments, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.

I roll to the side, taking her with me, unwilling to break the connection between us just yet.

Her head rests on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

I stroke her hair, content in a way I've never experienced after sex before.

Usually, I'm already thinking about the exit strategy, how to politely but firmly get a woman out of my room.

But with Kelsey, all I can think about is keeping her close.

Who am I kidding? I’m fucking falling for her.

"That was different," she says after a while, her voice soft in the quiet room.

I know exactly what she means. It wasn't just sex. It was something more—a claiming, a promise, a connection beyond our physical one.

"Yeah," I agree, not sure what else to say.

How do you explain something you don't fully understand yourself?

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