SHADOW

“Fuck.” His jaw locked. One word, he went back to kissing me savagely, not allowing me to breathe. His length hardened and thickened, and he plunged in, his hips pistoned, grinding into me, proving he could make me come once more.

I had already orgasmed twice, and he wasn’t close to done. Of course, he was right— he knew me too well— he knew the extent of what my body could take.

I was squirming underneath him as the intensity of my climax was on the knife edge of ...