Page 40 of Sugar & Shadows

Holy shit. This was good. Too good.

As an orgasm built deep in my core, I pushed my hips back, hungry for friction, ignoring the voice in my head that said this was a terrible idea.

A wave of euphoria washed over me, making my toes curl and my body tremble. “Fuck.” Crying out, I pushed my head into the bed, relishing the pure bliss coursing through my body as my internal muscles spasmed around him.

Chest on the bed, face buried in the bedding, I went limp. I was done. Wrung out. Part of me wanted to thank him and send him on his way.

But before I could decide just how callous I wanted to be, he flipped me onto my back and pushed my knees up to my chest, then slid inside me again.

I was still recovering, my vision blurry, as he held my thighs, pinning me down and thrusting fiercely.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He ducked, gently biting one of my nipples. As he pulled back, he shook his head, wearing a cocky grin that made me even wetter. “I can’t believe it. Sabrina Monroe, coming on my cock. Life is so fucking strange.”

“Not as strange as you being blessed with a big dick,” I snapped back. “Seems unfair since your personality is so shitty.”

He pushed my knees wider apart and bottomed out with a groan, then dove in to nip at one nipple, then the other. “My big personality is going to make you come again.”

I arched my back, a flash of need shooting from my breast to my core. “Sorry. I’m a one and done girl. But you did good.”

He brought his face inches from mine and surged deeper. “You’re not done, Monroe.”

With two fingers, he found where we were joined, and using my wetness, he focused on my clit.

Instantly, I shuddered.

“That’s it. I knew you’d like this.”

Eyes closed, I willed myself to hold back.

But Gabe wouldn’t allow it. Somehow, he gently circled my clit with his thumb while fucking me hard and fast.

My muscles pulsed around him again, the familiar sensation pooling in my core.

No. It wasn’t possible.

I didn’t

I couldn’t.

His eyes glazed over, every muscle in his body clenching. The sight was devastating in the best way.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his control hanging on by a thread.

As I obeyed, a downright filthy look passed through his bright baby blues.

And then I was coming again.

Screaming out with abandon, back arching, flailing with enough intensity to pull a muscle in my neck.

He thickened inside me, and with a groan, he collapsed, his heart pounding against mine, the weight of his heated body pinning me to the bed.

I should have escaped. Run away. At the very least, I should have insulted him.

But I was too wrung out.

“We will never speak of this,” I said softly.

He chuckled darkly. “I’m still inside you.”