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I lift her slightly, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s still slick from before, her arousal and my cum coating the head of my cock as I slide into her in one smooth thrust. The sensation is overwhelming—tight, wet heat enveloping me—and I groan against her neck.

“Fuck, Viv,” I gasp, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, supporting her weight as I begin to move. “You feel incredible.”

I thrust into her, using the door for leverage, watching her head fall back against the wood with a dull thunk. Her tits bounce with each movement, hypnotic in their rhythm. I lean forward to capture one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak as I maintain my pace.

Vivian moans, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging slightly in that way she knows drives me wild. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper inside her. The change in angle drives me further into her tight pussy, and we both cry out at the sensation.

“That’s it, cariad,” I pant, thrusting harder now. “Take all of me.”

My lips find hers in a messy, desperate kiss—all teeth and tongue and shared breath. One hand remains firmly on her ass while the other slides up to cradle the back of her head, protecting it from the door as our movements become more frantic.

“Andy,” she gasps against my mouth, the word dissolving into a moan. “Fuck, right there.”

I angle my hips, making sure I hit that spot inside her with each thrust. Her walls start to flutter around me, signaling she’s close. “You going to come for me, Viv?” I growl, increasing my pace. “Going to milk my cock with that greedy pussy of yours?”

She nods frantically, beyond words now. I drive into her faster, harder, sweat beading on my forehead with the effort. When she comes, her entire body tenses, back arching away from the door, a long, keening cry escaping her lips. Her inner muscles clamp down on my cock like a vice, and I growl with pleasure at the sensation.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, burying myself to the hilt inside her. “So tight, so sweet, squeezing me just how I love.”

I continue moving through her orgasm, slower now, letting her ride out every aftershock. When her body finally relaxes, her head falls forward onto my shoulder, her breath coming in quick pants against my skin.

“That was...” she mumbles, seemingly unable to find the right words.

“Just the beginning,” I finish for her, adjusting my grip on her ass. With her still impaled on my cock, legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her back to the bed. Each step sends shivers of pleasure through both of us as the movement jostles my still-hard length inside her.

I don’t know where I’m finding all this stamina, but I’m not complaining. I think I can go for a couple ‌more rounds with her.

I lay her down carefully on the bed, following her down to hover above her. Her hair fans out across the pillows, a fiery halo framed by the moonlight coming from the windows. I lower myself, careful not to crush her beneath my weight, our bodies pressed together from chest to pelvis, skin to skin.

I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

Chapter 14

Andrew

This fucking cabin is cursed

Icaress her face with my hand, tracing the curve of her cheek as if I’m committing it to memory. Her skin glows in the warm light, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction but still hungry for more. I lean down, my lips hovering just above hers, breathing in her exhales—when suddenly, the dim lights in the ceiling cut out with a sharp click. The cabin plunges into darkness except for the flickering orange glow of candles and slivers of moonlight filtering through the window. My body stiffens instantly, that old familiar fear crawling up my spine before I can stop it.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice tighter than I’d like it to be. Despite a year of therapy and Vivian’s patient understanding, the darkness still gets to me sometimes—a souvenir from childhood terrors that adult logic can’t quite erase.

Beneath me, Vivian bursts into laughter, the vibration of it traveling from her body to mine where we’re pressed together. “Is this fucking cabin cursed or something?” she gasps between giggles. “Same shit, different year.”

Her laughter breaks the tension gripping me. I drop my forehead to rest against hers, chuckling despite my discomfort. “At least this time we’re not being hunted by serial killers.”

“Don’t jinx it,” she warns, her hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. “Though I have to admit, your ‘scared at the possibility there’s a new serial killer outside’ face is still adorable.”

“I’m not scared,” I protest weakly. “I’m... apprehensive.”

“Mmmhmm. That’s why you’re practically crushing me right now.”

I hadn’t realized how tightly I was holding her, my arms wound around her like she might disappear if I let go. I loosen my grip slightly but don’t release her. Instead, I shift to lie fully on top of her, skin to skin, our bodies aligned perfectly. The weight of me presses her into the mattress, and I’m careful to prop myself on my forearms to avoid crushing her completely.

“Better?” I ask, nuzzling my nose against hers.

“Much,” she sighs, tilting her chin up to capture my lips.

We kiss slowly, languidly, none of the frantic energy from before. Just the gentle exploration of tongues and lips, the shared breath between us. My hands cradle her face while hers roam across my back, tracing the muscles there, the dip of my spine, and my ass. I’ve noticed she likes it a lot. It’s almost a fixation. Every touch leaves trails of heat in its wake.