Chapter Twenty-Eight

I flatten my palms against the swells of his pectoral ledge, my nails dipping into his sinew that is unyielding, so that I’m leaving crescent indentations, not actually digging in the way I’d like to. The way I crave to.

He has my pelvis pinioned to his and he thrusts into me, powerfully yet incredibly smoothly. Pushing the air from my lungs and keeping my body vibrating from the euphoric sensations coursing through me. My spine naturally concaves and my stomach presses to his cut abs. But my shoulders are back and my arms are almost straight, so that my breasts don’t graze his flesh. They’re pushed together between my biceps, and that is where his gaze lands, fleetingly. Then he glances up at me with a sweltering expression. His breaths quicken. So, too, does his scintillating pace as he pumps into me. It’s a heated, syncopated rhythm that seems to plunge farther, though I know this isn’t rational. I mean… I’m only so deep.

Except…

Christ…

I feel as though I’m opening completely to h