Page 90 of Craved By the Mountain Man

His breath burns against my neck.

“Take it.”

Another deep thrust.

“Take all of me.”

My vision blurs.

I can feel how close he is in the way his rhythm starts to break, the way his cock pulses inside me, harder and thicker with every stroke.

My own release is right there with him.

“Gavin.”

“I know.”

He lowers me enough to brace against the wall again, one arm staying locked around me as his other hand slides between my thighs.

His fingers find my clit.

That does it.

My whole body locks.

The orgasm crashes through me so violently my knees give out.

Gavin holds me up.

I cry his name as my body clenches around him, every pulse dragging another broken sound from my throat.

He groans, drives into me one last time, and stays buried as deep as he can go.

Then I feel him come.

Hot, thick pulses spill deep inside me as his body goes rigid against my back.

He holds me there through every one of them.

I’m still shaking when he folds over me. He doesn’t pull out.

He stays buried inside me, his arms wrapped tightly around my body while both of us struggle to breathe.

For a long moment, neither of us says anything.

Then his mouth brushes my shoulder.

“Mine.”

The word is quiet now.

Not a command.

A vow.

I turn my head as far as I can.

“Yours.”