Page 14 of Served

He brackets my hips, pausing. Our eyes lock.

Thunder rattles through the room.

He pushes inside me in one powerful thrust, the stretch and fullness making me gasp. He’s larger than I expected, filling me completely, perfectly. He stills, giving me time to adjust to his size, his arms quaking with the effort of holding back.

“God…” I choke.

“You feel”…he thrusts shallowly, the words dragging from his throat…“like fucking heaven.”

All I can do is moan feverishly as he works up to a punishing rhythm that has us both crying out.

It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I claw at his back, urging him on. His rhythm falters, then builds again.

Every thrust drives me higher, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter inside me. The bed creaks beneath us as Felix pounds into me with abandon. I’ve never been taken so thoroughly, and the pleasure is almost too much to bear.

The bed rocks. Our bodies slap together. He pins my wrists, eyes blazing, as he fucks me into the mattress.

“That’s it, Letty,” he snarls against my ear, his pace growing erratic. “Take me.”

All coherent thought flies out of my brain as he shifts angles, hitting a spot that sends fireworks exploding through my system. My entire body tenses, hovering on the precipice.

“I want to feel your pussy detonate around me,” Felix mutters.

His words send me catapulting over the edge, and I scream his name as my second climax rips through me, more powerful than any I’ve ever experienced. Every muscle in my body convulses, clenching around him like a vise.

Felix follows with a deep, hoarse groan, his hips slamming into mine one final time as he pulses inside me. The intensity of his release triggers aftershocks, smaller waves of pleasure that have me clinging to him desperately.

We collapse, panting, my legs still wrapped around him as he buries his face in my neck. For several long moments, we simply breathe together, our hearts thundering in sync.

When he finally rolls to the side, he takes me with him, keeping me tucked against him.

“Fuuuuck...” he says on an exhale.

“So to speak.”

We lie tangled together, my head on his chest, his fingers stroking my back. The storm has tapered off, a mere patter of rain against the window now.

“I…never expected this,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his sweat-slicked skin.

“Neither did I,” he admits, tightening his arms around me. “But I’m grateful for it. And for you.”

Felix’s breathing gradually evens out as he drifts off to sleep, his arm still wrapped securely around me. I lie awake, watching the shadows play across the ceiling, my mind racing despite my physical exhaustion.

What just happened feels monumental. For the first time in four years, I feel alive again. Happy. The sensation is so foreign it scares me.

Carefully, I extract myself from Felix’s embrace, pausing when he stirs briefly before settling back into sleep. I gather up my clothes, quietly pulling them on.

My chest tightens as I look down at him—peaceful and vulnerable, and so utterly sexy. Part of me wants to crawl back into bed, to wake up next to him and face this together…whatever it is.

But the larger part of me is terrified.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now, not with him. Not even when it feels so right it steals my breath.

I know that in the morning he’ll want to talk about us, what this all means. About next steps, and feelings, and a future I’m not sure I’m ready to face. It’s too much, too fast, too overwhelming. I need space and time to process.

I scribble a quick note on the inn’s stationery, letting him know I’m okay but need time to think. It feels cowardly, but it’s all I can manage right now.

With one last look at his sleeping form, I slip out the door and into the silent hallway.

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