Page 152 of When Hearts Remember

There’s no need to tell him I’m clear. He already knows. And from his revelation, I know he’s the same.

He roars and surges in, his hard cock spearing me, but there isn’t any pain. Instead, white-hot pleasure shoots into my veins as he pistons inside me. I feel so full, so complete.

This is not tender kisses and slow lovemaking.

This is a hard, rough fucking. A claiming.

The bookshelf groans under our assault as Ethan pummels me relentlessly.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin echo in the room, followed by the rumbling of more books falling to the ground as he hammers harder, his movements desperate.

It’s insanity. It’s heaven. It’s everything I need.

“You’re so fucking tight, Nova. You’ve been waiting like a good girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I bite his shoulder and he jerks inside me.

“A fucking biter too, my Nova. I’ve missed this.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.“I’ve missed this so much.”

He hoists me higher against him and spreads out my legs, holding me up by my ass.

My tits bounce as he ruts into me, his eyes glazed, mad with passion. He stares at my nipples saluting him, then at my lips, then my eyes.

My eyes roll back as a sharp current of pleasure surges from deep inside me, from a spot his cock is now hitting with every hard thrust, every gyration.

I shake against the shelf, my hands grabbing the ledge, sweeping more books to the floor.

My teeth chatter as sparks gather between my legs.

Tighter. Tighter. Even tighter.

“Come for me, Lexy. Bathe my cock with your cum. Let the world know who you belong to.”

His words push me off the edge, and I explode.

“Ethan!” A lustful cry tears out of me and I tremble uncontrollably in his grip.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, you’re strangling me so good. Yes!” He roars his release, and I feel the hot spurts of his cum shooting deep inside me.

It’s unending, like he’s saved all his pleasure for me.

Lurid sounds of wetness echo with our loud breathing as he continues thrusting, not letting up, and soon, a new storm gathers where we’re joined.

Within seconds, he has me on the edge again. He flicks my swollen nub and wetness spurts out of me as blinding pleasure obliterates my senses.

Our cum drips out, no doubt making a mess, but that only spurs him on.

“I can’t get enough. Never enough,” he rasps.

He slams his lips on mine as he carries us to the floor. Then, he hoists my legs over his shoulders, bending me like I’m a rag doll and slams back inside, this time getting deeper than before.

I bite his lip and he returns the favor, his hands reaching between us to grab my tits, his fingers pinching my nipples.

“Another one.” He quickens his rhythm to jackhammering.

“I-I can’t,” I moan, but my body doesn’t get the memo.

My pussy accepts his invasion and my mind is in a state of bliss as he pounds me like getting me off is the last thing he’ll ever do.

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