Page 67 of Wild River


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She continued riding me into oblivion.

I felt her tighten around me, and our kiss was a mix of moans and pants and desperation. But I kept her right there.

Needing all of her.

And she moaned my name against my lips before her head fell back, and she shattered in the most glorious fucking way I’d ever witnessed.

Her tits bounced, and her hair grazed the tops of my thighs, and I gripped her hips and drove into her three more times before going right over the edge with her.

“Fuck,” I hissed, as we continued riding out every last bit of pleasure.

It was fucking euphoric.

I’d even venture to say it felt life-changing in the moment.

And I wasn’t a man who got emotional over sex, but this was next level.

This was fucking powerful and beautiful and not like anything I’d ever experienced.

I didn’t know what to make of it.

She fell forward and collapsed on top of me, and our breaths were the only audible sound in the room.

I rolled her to the side and pushed all that silky, long, dark hair away from her face. Her lips parted, eyes blazing gold as she looked up at me, and we just lay there, staring at one another for a few seconds.

“That was… impressive,” she said, her voice silky and sexy.

I shifted her and pulled out slowly, trying to process the fact that I missed the feel of her the minute I wasn’t inside her.

That was some crazy shit right there, because I normally started working on my exit strategy the minute sex was over.

But I wanted to keep her right here.

To bury myself inside her again and again.

“I don’t think that word does what just happened any justice,” I said, keeping my voice light because this was the deal.

One-and-done.

I pushed to my feet and made my way to the bathroom, pulling off the condom and tying a knot at the end before dropping it into the trash can. I turned to look in the mirror and splashed some water on my face.

It was just really good sex. Don’t overthink it.

I made my way back to the bedroom, and she was sitting up in bed, reaching for her clothes.

“You’re not fucking leaving. You said one night, and I told you I was going to take my time.”

“Oh. You don’t strike me as a cuddler.” Her voice was all tease.

“I’m not.” I ran a hand through my hair and dove back onto the bed, pulling her down beside me. What the fuck was I doing?

“Are you holding me hostage?” she said, over a fit of laughter.

“We had a deal. I’m holding up my end of the bargain. Plus, you might want to go a few more rounds,” I said.

She rolled to her side, and I did the same so we were facing one another. “Fine. I’m yours until the sun comes up.”

“And then what? You’re a vampire, and you disappear in the daylight?”

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