Page 36 of Walk of Shame

We both groan at the connection.

Nothing has ever felt as good as him. I grip him harder, raising my knees so he’s deeper.

He grasps my hips and thrusts.

I keen as sensation crests over my skin. “Harder. Please.”

He picks up speed. “Open your eyes.”

I blink open and our gazes lock.

His expression is harsh, the bones of his cheeks a slash across his face. He pounds into me. “Mine.”

“Yes.” It’s not just a word he’s saying, it’s a primal promise, and it sinks into my chest and heart, filling me up in a way I’ve never experience before.

He moves harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

We never look away. I don’t know if I even blink.

Because I’m captivated by him.

Everything about him speaks to a place inside me I’ve kept locked away and hidden.

My body clamps down and then I’m coming. The orgasm rising and breaking over my skin, crashing through my body, in hard, rhythmic waves that have me crying out, my voice hoarse and broken as the most intense climax I’ve ever had steals the very breath from me.

He groans, kisses my lips, and then loses himself in pleasure, my name sweet on his lips, seeping into my heart, into blood, into my very soul.

I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

In Christopher’s arms.

And I never want him to let me go.