Page 33 of Haven

“That’s it,” he murmurs and drops his mouth to my breast.

My knees tremble, and his strong hand grips the globe of my ass, pulling me close. Holding me up. Keeping me together as I threaten to shatter. “Oh, God,” I moan while he pounds into me, setting a punishing rhythm I fucking love.

I slam myself down harder as he fucks into me. Filling me so completely... Brushing against every inch of my walls. Hitting a spot... “Oh, God,” I call out.

His fingers dig into my hips, moving me faster as we both chase our pleasure.

The tangy, tart, metallic taste of my impending orgasm threatens to drown me.

To drag me under, and never let me up, and I give in to it.

Give up and give myself over to the mind-blistering, soul-shattering, life-changing pleasure. My orgasm steals my breath, and I cling to Brandon as he pounds into me, whispering filthy words. His lips worshipping my skin. Holding me as I fall apart until a deep, guttural groan is ripped from his throat, and his cock jerks as he comes deep inside me.

Unable to move or think, to question anything, even our safety, I’m limp in his arms. Our heavy breaths and racing hearts the only sound in the quiet darkness. I lie draped against his chest while Brandon’s hand runs up and down my spine, his lips pressed against my head.

My face is tucked into his shoulder, my lips running along his neck. “Brandon,” I whisper almost hesitantly.

He presses another kiss to my head and tightens his hold. “Yeah, Ashlyn?”

So this is what safety feels like.

I pull my head up, and his dark eyes dance over my face. “Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?” I whisper quietly and drag my teeth over his sharp jaw.

Then the world crashes back down on us.

I blink, momentarily blinded as my eyes adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights of the elevator that flash on at the same time the shrill sound of the ringing emergency phone breaks our quiet calm and the elevator starts to move.

Oh. My. God.

ASHLYN

Holy. Shit.

Everything happens all at once.

The lights come back on.

The emergency phone rings.

And the elevator begins to move.

Controlled this time, like it hadn’t just annihilated my world as I know it, setting it on end, and sending it spinning to a new direction.

The world is no longer threatening to crash down around us.

Better yet, we’re not threatening to hurtle into the basement.

Oh my God. I’m completely naked.

My bones are limp, and my body can’t seem to get into focus as I trip over myself, trying to stand up and get my dress back on.

I push up from Brandon’s chest and stumble backward, nearly falling on my ass if it weren’t for his big hand righting me. “Get dressed,” I hiss. “If we’re naked when they open this door, I’ll die. And it will be a slower, more painful death than crashing could have ever been.”

I pick up his shirt and throw it at him as he laughs at me.

Holy hell.

Broody Brandon is always a gorgeous sight. But laughing Brandon does naughty, naughty things to my body. Or maybe that’s just the leftover hormones from the hottest orgasm of my life.

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