Tears blur my vision. A husky cry escapes my lips.

His mouth travels up my neck, tongue tracing delicate patterns around my ear. I whimper, lost in the exquisite torture as he sucks gently on my earlobe, then bites it softly—my weak spot, and he knows it well.

My hips buck instinctively, grinding against him, matching every hard thrust with desperate hunger.

“I’m so close, baby,” he rasps in my ear. “Give me one more.”

His ...