Page 83 of Carnal

He kisses me deeply, and it's like an out-of-body experience. If any more of him could be inside me, I'd take it. I've never had so many zings bouncing in all my cells.

He pushes my legs so my ankles are near my ears. He scoops his arms under my body, holding me tight to his chest and reaching one arm to fist my restrained wrists. His erection slides against my walls, creating more sensations I've never felt before.

My whimpers fill the room. The tremors in my body get more intense. Adrenaline floods me so much, it feels like I'm floating.

"Fuuuuuuck." He grunts, and his cock shoots his seed in me for what feels like forever. It swells forcefully, stretching me into a new reality.

Our bodies convulse against one another. The sound of our cries and the smell of sex tornados through the room. I pull on the cuffs, but there's nowhere to go. He squeezes my wrists tighter and groans.

When it's all over, his body continues to shake. At first, I think it's mine, but I realize he's affected as much as I am. It takes a long time for us to regain our breath. He finally rolls off me, releases the cuffs, then pulls me into his chest.

My heart's still not back to its normal rhythm. Goose bumps pop out on my skin from sweating, then cooling off. His warm skin is as wet as mine.

He strokes my hip, murmuring, "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."

Surprised, I tilt my head. "Yeah, that was intense."

He cocks an eyebrow. "Have you ever come that hard before?"

My pulse creeps back up. Something about admitting that to him seems like a red flag.

"You can't answer me? Or are you scared to tell the truth?" he challenges.

My chest tightens. "Why would I be scared?"

His arrogant grin widens. "You'll have a harder time saying we shouldn't be together."

I nervously scoff. "Why is that?"

"It's difficult to let go of something once you know how good it is and have admitted it," he claims.

I should deny his statement, but I can't.

"So? Are you going to confess? The sex we have is the best for both of us?" he presses.

I take a deep breath and lock eyes with him, divulging, "Yeah, it's the best."

Satisfaction ignites. He flips me on my back and cages his body over me, grinning.

I laugh. "What are you doing?"

His face falls. He drags a finger through a lock of my hair then tucks it behind my ear. Then he cups my cheeks, studying me. It's sweet and makes me feel super vulnerable.

My butterflies flutter fast. The voice in my head tells me to roll off the bed and run. Tristano and I aren't a long-term possibility. It can't work.

Maybe it can.

No, it can't.

It's going to hurt to give him up.

I could keep him.

No, I can't.

He rips me out of my debate and announces, "You're not anything like I thought."

"What does that mean?" I ask defensively.

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