He angled himself deep, inward and up, to hit that spot inside of her—and he thrust at her hard. Her throaty whimpers told him to stay right there and keep delivering and he did.

“Oh my gawd, Liam, don’t s-stop...” Her eyes had lost focus, and her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. “Harder. Harder. You’re going to... you’re going to make me...”?

Her mouth formed an O, and she tightened up, her hands slapping at his shoulders. Then she crashed, her flesh ...