Page 119 of True North

“Damn straight, woman.”

He thrusts into me so hard I see stars. Unrecognizable sounds fall past my lips. Each damning stroke more blissful than the last.

The heat in my core builds, faster and faster, with his relentless rhythm. My body shakes as my release crests.

Lightning floods my veins.

The pressure mounts and spills over.

I detonate.

ChapterThirty

HARRY

Louisa May bucks against the old workbench underneath me. Her sweet pussy milks my cock so fuckin’ hard it takes all I have to stay upright and not succumb to the stars invading my vision.

Heat splashes up my lower spine, balls cinching tight as I shoot hot ropes of release deep inside her. I growl her name, gripping her hips in a bruising hold.

I meant every damn word I said. She is mine. Always has been, always fuckin’ will be.

If she ever runs again, I’ll drag her back here, kickin’ and screaming, like the caveman she turns me into. Because without her I’m a man lost and wanderin’, not seeing a way forward. No direction.

Hell, Ma was right.

She usually was.

My forehead meets Louisa’s spine, me spent and wantin’ to be folded around her, and she turns her head. Green eyes flutter open, and it’s in them I see something I have never seen before in her.

Contentment.

This may be the first moment of Louisa’s life that she’s not caught up in her head. Second-guessing every decision, every thought.

I did that for her. We did that.

“Satisfied looks good on you, darlin’.”

She scoffs a light laugh. Her head hits the bench as her breathing slows. Still inside her, I don’t want to pull out. If we could stay joined together for the rest of time, I’d take it.

“Harry?” My name is a breathy whisper.

“Yeah, Lou?”

“I need my hands.”

I chuckle as she holds them up. I flick the knot loose and slide the rope from her reddened wrists. As she turns back to face me, I pluck them up, kissing the soreness on each one. Fuck. Hurtin’ her wasn’t my plan.

I don’t think there was anywhere near enough blood in my head to think much through, to be honest. She rubs a thumb over the red area, and my brows fall.

“It’s okay. I wanted it as much as you did,” she offers.

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

Her arms slide over my shoulders and curl around my neck as she pushes onto her tiptoes. Her nose brushes mine before she pecks a kiss to my lips. “I have no doubt about you. And for the record, Harrison Rawlins, I couldn’t run from you again, even if I wanted to.”

I can’t respond. My throat is thickened to the point of strangulation.

She cups my face, hands on my jaw as she studies my face. A shiver shudders through her body.

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