Page 43 of The Spark

“I’m not fucking stopping,” I growled, cupping her ass, helping her ride me harder, faster.

The movie faded. The music kept playing.

And when we came—together, her body gripping me so tight I saw stars, my release pulsing deep inside her—I didn’t let go.

Icouldn’t.

Her body trembled against mine, slick and breathless, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her walls still fluttering around me like they didn’t want to let me go either.

I was still buried inside her. Still rock hard. Still aching.

And I felt her clench again.

“Amaya…” I breathed, forehead pressed to hers. “You’re still… fuck…”

She whimpered, her lips brushing mine. “I know. I can’t stop.”

I slid my hand up her spine, cradling the back of her neck, my thumb brushing her jaw.

“I know you’re scared,” I said softly, my voice hoarse from all the things she just pulled out of me. “But you’re not the only one with something to lose here.”

Her lashes fluttered. She blinked fast, like she was trying to suppress something. But I wasn’t done.

“I wasn’t supposed to do this either,” I said. “Told myself I couldn’t touch you. That it would mess everything up. But you’ve been in my veins for years, Amaya. I laid my heart bare last night. I’d do it again. Even if it kills me.”

She inhaled—sharp. Shaky.

“And today when Taraj walked up on you… looked at you like you were his muse…”

My jaw tensed, the memory still hot in my chest. I wanted to kill that nigga.

“I feltunhinged.Like I could burn it all down. Music, career, everything. Just to make sure he knew?—”

She gasped, her pussy clenching around me, hard.

“—that you’re mine.”

Her whole body shuddered. Her hands fisted my shoulders. Her forehead dropped to mine.

“I didn’t mean to run,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve never felt this exposed.”

“I know, baby,” I said, pulling her closer, letting our chests touch. Our sweat slicked between us, sticking skin to skin. “But don’t shut me out. Don’t run from something that feels this real.”

She let out a broken breath. Then another.

And then she kissed me. Soft. Wet. Deep.

Her pussy clenched around me again, slow and full, like her body was giving me her answer before her mouth could catch up.

I groaned, tilting my hips up, still inside her, still aching, still ready.

She rolled her hips, slow and deep. I felt her sigh into my mouth. Felt the way her arms wrapped around my neck like she was anchoring herself to something real.

Something that just mightfinallybe enough.

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The scent of him was everywhere.

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