Page 74 of Stand Your Ground

Her moans grew louder and louder, her body movements erratic as I fucked her and rubbed her clit and helped her chase that high.

“Fuck, Liv, I can feel it. I feel you squeezing me.” I panted out the words, and with them, it was like I’d woken up my cock to realize what was happening.

My orgasm swarmed me like an unstoppable tidal wave.

“Liv, I can’t. I have to come. Please,please, let me come.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes,yes.”

I didn’t know if those affirmations were because she was enjoying herself or if they were permission for me, but I hoped for the latter, because I’d reached my absolute limit.

I let go.

And I surrendered to the fiercest orgasm of my life.

The sounds that ripped from my throat were foreign and unhinged, and Livia took over, riding me as I spilled inside her. I gripped her tight, alternating between my eyes squeezing shut to soak it all in and flying open to take in the sight of her smiling as she pumped me.

It was fire and ice, the two battling for dominance and completely searing every nerve as I tried to fuck her deeper, harder,more. More. I needed more.

And when the last of my climax receded, I was completely fucking wrecked.

I collapsed into the bed, hands falling away from Livia and slapping into the sheets, knees flaying open. I was breathing like I’d done a fucking Ironman.

“Christ in the penalty box, Liv,” I panted.

The sweet little giggle she let out when she carefully climbed off me and rolled over to lie next to me was so cute, so perfect I wanted to save it as my ringtone.

“Very nice, Rook,” she said, rolling until she had her head propped on one hand and the other trailing over my chest. “A plus.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “The dirty talk was a very pleasant surprise.”

“I learn from the best.”

“That you do.” She smiled slyly. “Now roll over so I can get this plug out of your ass.”

I laughed, doing as she said. She worked through the breath with me, and though I was ultra-sensitive now, there wasn’t any pain with the removal. Livia got up from the bed long enough to clean the toy and put it in a basket in the corner of the room that, until now, I hadn’t realized was even there.

“For used toys, I presume?” I asked.

She nodded, pulling two hot towels from a warming cabinet before crawling back into bed with me. “Everything is meticulously cleaned, sometimes just outright replaced. The Manor is known for safety and luxury, after all.”

I let out a long groan of a sigh when she covered me with the hot towel. She laid down next to me and let out a sigh of her own when she pressed the other between her legs.

For a while, we just lay there, smiling and sighing and cleaning ourselves. Then, before I thought better to stop myself, I rolled over toward her and slid my hand behind her neck, pulling her lips to mine.

“Thank you, Liv,” I breathed, and then I kissed her again. I didn’t care if I didn’t ask for permission, and maybe it was still granted under this roof because she let me do it. She may have even kissed me back a little. “Thank you.”

“For an orgasm?” she teased.

“For tonight. For making me feel safe. For…” I swallowed. “For understanding.”

I pulled back so I could look into her eyes when I said it, and the sincerity in my heart was reflected in her gaze.

Until suddenly, panic slid in to take its place.

I saw it the moment it crept in, saw how her brows pinched together, and her lips parted slightly.