Page 106 of Vows We Never Made

She moans long and low, shuddering with the force sweeping in.

And I don’t let up, fucking her through the storm, watching the way her eyes roll, the way her mouth pulls open.

Goddamn, I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.

She’s never seemed so divine.

And it’s for my selfish, greedy eyes.

Nothing could stop me now.

I slam my hips into her, fire churning in my balls, a forest fire in every nerve.

I clench my teeth and come so hard I swear I’m turning inside out, every muscle turned to steel.

Pure plasma heat leaps up from the base of my spine, igniting it like one long fuse.

“Hattie, fuck!” I’m probably hurting her as my fingers dig into her ass and I plunge so deep.

I don’t care.

I’m barely conscious as my vision reddens and it hits my cock, erupting, hurling hot seed, hating that condom for preventing me from marking her.

Fuck, this is dangerous.

These aren’t sane thoughts.

Neither is the lightning in my veins, the way my hips slap hers, the greed in my cock when it unloads so close to her womb I give up my soul.

Dangerous, dangerous fuckery.

When I open my eyes, I’m spent like I never knew I could be.

She gives me a slow, knowing smile as she slides off me a minute later.

Before she gets too far, I pull her into my arms, needing to feel her skin against mine while it’s hot and sticky.

“Ethan.” Her voice is a low hum as she kisses my jaw.

“Yeah?”

“That was incredible.”

No argument there.

I just wonder what happens if it doesn’t slow down.

How much sanity will I give up to hold on to gravity-breaking sex?

How much collateral damage will be done before it’s time to let go?

The room isdark when I wake, blinking groggily at the ceiling.

Hattie snores peacefully beside me, making adorable little purrs with her face half-buried in the pillow.

Strips of moonlight cut through the room in ghostly ribbons, illuminating her arm as it’s stretched out toward me.

Over by the door, I see why I’m awake.