So close.
So embarrassinglyclose.
He groans into my neck, adding his teeth when he hears me gasp.
“Say my name,” he says. “Scream it when you come for me.”
I can barely nod.
“Now?” I whisper desperately, the word fractured by the riptide in every thrust.
His hold on my wrists tightens, heightening everything.
“Not yet,” he commands.
I suck in a breath and do my best to hold back as his thrusts quicken, his breath ragged.
His eyes glaze with lust, animal ecstasy taking over his face.
I know he’s holding out, trying to stretch this as long as he can.
But we’re not going to last.
Not like this.
It’s unfiltered love that does it in the end.
The romance that breaks us.
“Ethan,” I whisper his name through clenched teeth, unable to hold on, and then I’m arching my back.
I throw myself into him as my core detonates.
Convulsions rock through me in a heat wave so intense it nearly stops my heart.
Then he’s roaring.
There’s a human waterfall crashing down, rasping my name with such fervor, and I blank out, holding on so tight.
We go down together, wrestling the same passion fit.
All I feel is his delicious throb as he fills me, his seed coming for what feels like forever.
In the aftermath, I’m surprised no one passes out.
We lay there, boneless and panting. I’m surprised when he gets up.
“Where are you going?” I ask sleepily.
“Like I said, I have something for you. I was going to get it before, but you distracted me.” He flashes a wicked grin that tells me just how much he minded. “Stay there.”
No worries. A fire couldn’t move me off this bed right now.
In under a minute, he’s back, cradling something that looks like a beautiful old oversized hardcover book. An old leather edition, maybe?
I sit up with my heart in my throat.
“What’s this?”
