Page 138 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part One

“God no! Don’t you dare stop,” I snap, and my head drops back when he brings his hand down to my hard clit. I ripple around him, so fucking close to exploding again. My thighs tense around his waist, my pussy clenching as he drives me higher and higher and?—

“Come for me again, Shae,” he growls, bringing his face close to my ear. Keeping up the rhythm. “I need you to come on my dick, baby.”

I start to shake from the tips of my hair down to my toes.

“Storm!” I shout, drawing tight. A heartbeat later, I release a long, breathy moan, my pussy squeezing him like a fist as I rhythmically clench and release around his hard length.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, andoh fuckhe’s talking me through my orgasm, still fucking me steadily. “You’re doing so good for me, Shae. You’re so perfect clutching my dick.”

It’s much. So much. Too much?

“Storm, what are you doing to me?” I rasp as he keeps me suspended, right on a trigger-edge of coming again. My eyes slide shut, overwhelmed, all my senses assaulted.

“I’m loving you, Shae Olivya Rivers.”

I suck in a breath, drawing tight again, and when my muscles clamp down on him a second time, he loses it, pushing all my limits as he delivers his final punishing thrusts.

He comes. He comes and comes, pumping rope after rope of his essence into me. It seems like maybe he’s pouring his heart into me, too.

We don’t move, as if there’s an unspoken agreement to stay this connected for as long as possible.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” I whisper, shocking myself hearing my voice.

He pulls away from my upper body and pushes a stray curl from my eyebrow with his index finger.

“Absolutely, Sweetness.”

I can’t help the bright smile that crosses my face, coming from my fractured soul.

27

STORM

Waking up with Shae’s citrus scent filling my nose is an experience I didn’t know I needed until I opened my eyes this morning.

Coming into full consciousness as her alarm blares on her nightstand, Shae sleeps through it for a solid thirty seconds before I lean over her and silence the device.

She doesn’t move at all, and I’m grateful that both of her roommates are gone for the holiday. Yennifer invited Ezra to spend the holiday with her family, rather than him going back home to save money.

As it’s apparent Shae’s dead to the world, I explore her features. Her pillowy, full lips that tip up at the cupid’s bow. The slight upward slant of her eyes. Her heart-shaped face that ends in a kissable dimple at the chin.

Everything about this woman draws me in. There’s nothing about her I don’t like.

Well, maybe except for the fact that she’s so hard on herself. That I could do without.

Resting back into the pillows, I face her and use my index finger to push a stray strand of hair inside her black bonnet.

Goddamn, I love seeing her like this.

Watching last night as she ran a brush through her hair with careful strokes, slicking oil over the strands and wrapping them around her head before securing her hair in the satin…it’s a level of closeness I’m not sure makes sense with anyone except Shae.

Shae releases a delicate snore, which causes me to smile.

Now that I’m here, it’s impossible to imagine being anywhere else. And sure, I’m young, and so is she, but is it so unreasonable to think about forever with her?

And no, that’s not just the fact that Shae has the most perfect cunt known to man.

It’s the fact that Shae and I are a match intellectually, spiritually, physically, and morally—even though she might have doubts about that.

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