Chapter 304

Urgent, frantic sex was a great balm. His hands were pushing up her skirt even as hers grappled with his buckle. His mouth was hot on her neck, biting, bruising, and thrilling. Lowering her to the floor, he was pushing her but somehow supporting her, tearing at her stockings and her pants, and Brianna’s want was as prevalent as his. Pushing down his trousers and feeling his taut buttocks, she was holding him, holding the bit of him that she needed, wanted, and adored—and it was beautiful—and it belonged inside her.

With each delicious thrust he called out her name, and somehow he was kissing her too, kissing her, licking her. His shoulders were over her, and she was watching him, watching him and trying to capture him, to remember this for ever—and he had held back before, because even if the sex had been wonderful, this was it—this wasn’t him and her, it was them, almost one person, because even if the sex had been wonderful, this was it—this wasn't him and her, it was them, almost o