Page 34 of Beyond Enemy Vows

"Good girl," he says as I move my hips in a circular motion, riding out every inch of my orgasm. "You're beautiful when you come."

As I continue grinding against him, I feel his breath growing short and quick, his body pushing him to his own release.

His hands grip my hips again and his thrusts become intense, aggressive, dominant. If he could lift me off the ground, he would.

With one final thrust, he slams into me with such force I almost lose my grip on the bench.

I feel him shake. I feel his cock twitching as he spills his warm seed deep inside me.

After a few slow, deep in-and-out thrusts, he leans down and gently kisses my shoulder. His lips are so soft and gentle and it's the perfect way to end what we just did.

When he slides out of me, I'm reminded of just how much he's stretched me and about how much he was a part of me. The sudden loss makes me smile at the reminders.

He puts his boxer briefs back on and he hands me my underwear. I put them on and then sit on the bench, my legs a bit too wobbly. He comes and sits next to me as we both catch our breath.

"That was amazing," he says, rubbing my cheek. "I never wanted it to end."

I suddenly feel shy and look down at the ground and smile and giggle.

When I look back up at him, into those dark eyes that I think about when he's not around, the gravity of what we've done settles in my chest.

The war that this could lead to.

But none of it matters right now.

Because I want him again.

I want this.

This danger. This heat. This man who only sees me, even in a room full of people.

I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder.

I knew it. I'm already in too deep.

He kisses the top of my head and a warming sensation tickles down over me.

Yep. I'm in his orbit. Lost in his world now.

He takes the wrap off my neck and kisses where it was.

"Never did that before," I say, touching the newly exposed skin.

He smiles. "How did it feel?"

I narrow my eyes and smile. "I liked it," I say, laughing. "It felt good."

"Well then, I'll have to get you something better for next time."

"Oh, there's going to be a next time?" I ask, teasing him.

"Yes, orea mou. There will be," he says. "So many now that I have you."

I go to respond, but something catches me off guard. A faint, burnt smell drifts into the air. I look around and smell the air.

"Is that smoke?"

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