Page 37 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
At first I wonder if it’s in pain until she bites down on her lip and scratches at my back passionately. She’s taking all of me. Enjoying herself.
From that moment on I have little control over my body. My thrusts become more animalistic. My back curves upward, and I snarl and grunt like a beast. At some point, all of the movement and passion cause the air in the room to become so thick that some of the candles blow out.
The change in light turns Brenna from the goddess-like creature to an animal herself. She’s just as lost as I am.
“My God, Cormac. I’m going to come again. It’s so good. Don’t stop.” She wails, her nails clawing into me so hard I’m sure she’s drawing blood. Not that I care. She could kill me right now and I’ll go willingly.
I feel her core clench down hard on me, the walls of her wet pussy rippling and squeezing at me.
“Shit. Oh, shit.” I groan when I feel a sudden weightlessness smash into me.
One moment I’m running as fast as I can to the finish line, and the next I’m floating in the most extreme euphoria I’ve ever experienced, only to be dropped into an explosion so intense it feels like every last ounce of my very being is pumping into her.
My orgasm is so long and strong I collapse onto her and hold onto her like she’s my lifeline. If I let go, I don’t know what will happen.
I’m wrung out. Exhausted. Blissed out.
“Cormac?” She whispers and gently combs her fingers through my hair when I stay nearly passed out on top of her.
I lift my head and stare into her eyes.
“Okay?” she questions.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” I press another sweet kiss to her lips and roll to my side, bringing her with me.
The bed is a mess, and I’m sure I’m just as sticky, but I don’t care. I’ll deal with everything else another time. Right now all I want is to hold on to this angel lying in my bed.
My second chance at a life I never thought I’d have.
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BRENNA
Oh shit.
Oh fucking shit!
My eyes pop open and my head is pounding. My mouth is dry and it feels like I’ve just run five miles uphill.
That’s not the most alarming part though. The most alarming part of all this is the fact that I’m not in this bed alone or the fact that I’m not sleeping in my own room.
I whimper softly and turn my head.
This has to be a nightmare.
One of the better ones I’ve had in the past few weeks but still a nightmare.
I blink a few times, trying to force my brain to erase the image in front of my eyes. It doesn’t.
This isn’t a nightmare. This truly happened.
I had sex with Cormac last night. He’s still sleeping like a baby next to me. Thankfully he’s turned away from me, his back to me.
My eyes scan his body and I see the evidence of our carnal ride. My scratch marks crisscross his back.
Panic takes over when I take note of my own body. There are no bruises or extra pains, only a deep, humming satisfaction. It’s clear that I was a willing participant in the sex he and I had last night.
Lying still for a few more seconds, flashes of what happened last night start to filter into my mind.
