Page 141 of Be My Wife

Balanced on my hands and knees.

The insides of my thighs quiver.

I remember the feel of Brogan’s hands on them.

His tongue.

His mouth.

A buzzing sweeps beneath my skin.

A warning.

That I’m lost.

Forever ruined.

Brogan has stretched me to his capacity and branded me to his unique brand of pleasure.

No one else will do.

Damn him.

And damn my heart for not following the rules.

I wanted one last night.

Pure physical bliss.

Nails scraping against skin.

Bodies bucking.

Hearts out of the way.

He gave me exactly what I wanted.

At first.

But after…

After, Brogan changed the script.

We weren’t supposed to connect emotionally.

This night was supposed to be frantic.

Two animals exploding in lust.

No thought.

No care.

Just touch.

Taste.

Oblivion.

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