I slide one hand between us and her whole body jerks when my thumb finds her clit.
“Fuck,” she cries.
I grit my teeth and hold back by sheer force because there is no way in hell I am coming before she does.
“That’s it,” I say, circling her clit while I keep thrusting. “Come on my cock, Sky.”
My thumb moves over her clit again, slick and steady, exactly the pressure her body is begging for.
Her pussy tightens and I can’t help but groan.
She shakes beneath me.
“Zane.”
“I’ve got you.” The words spill out before I can stop them.
For a second, the heat shifts. Something vulnerable moves between us, too raw for the way our bodies collide, too honest for a room full of ghosts and bad decisions.
I’ve got you.
I shouldn’t have said it.
Not after failing her so badly. But her hands glide to my face, fingers trembling, and she pulls my mouth back to hers.
She kisses me as if she wants to hate me and cannot.
I fuck her harder—my thumb working her clit, my mouth on hers, my body braced over her because if I let go, I will collapse into every feeling I have spent years trying to bury.
Her orgasm hits her hard. I feel it before I hear it. Her whole body locks beneath mine—pussy clamping down around my cock so tight my vision nearly goes black. Then she cries out, loud and broken, head tipped back, throat bare, nails biting into my skin as pleasure tears through her.
The sound of it ruins me.
My name falls from her mouth, and I am done.
Completely fucking done.
I bury my face in her neck and drive into her through it, chasing her orgasm and mine at the same time. Her body pulses around me, hot, wet, and perfect. I can’t hold back for another second.
“Fuck,” I growl against her neck. “Sky.”
I come hard.
It’s brutal.
Full-body.
The kind of release that rips through a man and leaves nothing in its wake.
My hips snap deep, and I spill into her with a low, wrecked groan as every muscle tightens and every thought burns to ash. There is only her—Skylar—beneath me, around me.
My body shakes as the last pulse moves through me. I hold myself over her, arms trembling, trying not to crush her as the world slowly comes back in pieces.
My chest feels split open.
Neither of us speaks.
That might be smart because I always ruin shit when I speak.
