Page 108 of The Colour of Revenge

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold on.

Not yet.

Before she can fully catch her breath, I flip us, pinning her beneath me.

Her gasp is sharp, breathless.

I thrust back inside her, driving deep, forcing another startled moan from her lips.

Her legs fall open, surrendering to me completely mine.

I hook her knees over my arms, pushing her legs higher—spreading her wide, stretching her out beneath me.

A sound between a sob and a moan rips from her throat.

I fuck her hard. Deep. Punishing.

Sweat beads along my spine, my body strung tight, coiled, on the verge of snapping.

Carina's moans grow louder, wilder—desperate.

I reach between us, finding her clit, pressing hard.

She screams my name, her body clenching, trembling, coming apart beneath me.

Her walls tighten, flutter, and squeeze me like a vice.

I let out a ragged growl, my release hitting me like a fucking tidal wave.

Pleasure detonates through me, stealing my breath, ripping me apart and putting me back together all at once.

I shudder, thrusting deep one last time before collapsing, bracing my weight on my arms so I don't crush her.

For a long moment, neither of us moves.

Our breathing is harsh, erratic, and broken.

My forehead presses against hers, sweat-damp skin against sweat-damp skin.

I shift, brushing my lips against her temple, cheek, and swollen, kiss-bruised lips.

"You're my whole world, Carina," I whisper against her skin. “Don’t ever question that.”

She still trembles beneath me, body soft, spent.

Slowly, she opens her eyes—and when she looks at me, something in her gaze cracks me open.

She swallows, voice barely above a whisper. "I know."

Normal Is Ridiculous

Hypothetical Question: Would you rather have to talk in a sexy whisper for the rest of your life or scream every time you answer a question?

Carina

“Whatthehellisthat noise?” I grumble, burrowing deeper into the sheets. Thanks to Nate’s blackout blinds, I have no clue what time it is.