Page 57 of Until Joy

He flopped down on his forearms and rested his forehead against mine.

I tightened my legs around his butt, and he thrust all the way inside me. “Damn woman, you’re something else.”

“And don’t you forget it. Now move.”

And he did. I was already so close from the way he had been torturing me, and now with his powerful thrusts, I was falling. Falling fast.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t hold back. My body arched off the bed as I grabbed onto his biceps, nails digging in.

“Graham…” My voice was high, needy.

His lips curved into a sinful grin against my throat. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear it.”

Each slow, deep thrust sent fire licking up my spine, unraveling me, winding me tighter. I had begged him, teased him, tried to outplay him, but in the end, he won.

I clung to him as he sank even deeper, filling every aching inch of me, pushing me right to the edge. His pace picked up even more, giving me the kind of punishing thrusts I craved.

“Yes! Right there—Graham, right there.”

He groaned, his control breaking. “That’s it, Joy. Take it.”

The coil inside me snapped. I shattered around him, my cry loud in the quiet morning. Graham followed, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as his hips slammed into mine one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

His body stiffened, his release spilling into the condom as he shuddered against me. His weight was solid, on top of me, and I loved it.

For a long moment, all we did was breathe.

His forehead rested against mine, his breath fanning across my cheek. My body still hummed, every nerve thrumming in the aftermath.

Then Graham chuckled, his voice still rough from sleep. “You really do have a thing for my cock, don’t you?”

I groaned, smacking his shoulder. “Way to ruin a moment, Wallace.”

He smirked but didn’t move, didn’t roll away. Instead, he brushed my sweat-damp hair back and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I love seeing you like this,” he murmured. “Shattered. Satisfied. Mine. My woman.”

Mine.

There was something about the way he said that word that dug deep into my heart.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling too exposed. I wasn’t used to this level of intimacy, wasn’t used to someone looking at me like I was their whole damn world. But damn, I wanted it. I wanted to grab on with both hands, and that scared the hell out of me.

Graham must have noticed, because his eyes softened.

“Hey,” he said gently.

I forced myself to meet his gaze.

“You, okay?”

I faked a smile.

His concerned smile turned teasing. “Need me to fetch you an award-winning orgasm recovery smoothie?”

I snorted. “Is that a thing?”

“It is now. I might need one myself.”

Finally, he pulled out of me and discarded the condom in the nearby trash. He grabbed me, dragging me across the mattress right back into his arms.