Page 74 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

I cup his face, my fingers lingering on the rough stubble on his jawline. "I want you to make love to me."

Everett's gaze darkens, his cock twitching against my belly.

"You know," he says, his voice husky with need. "I think you're the only person that's ever said that to me."

He settles between my legs, his muscular thighs pressing against mine. The heat of his body envelops me, a stark contrast to the chill in the air.

I gasp at the delicious stretch as he fills me inch by inch. I arch my back, taking him deeper, and he lets out a low moan.

"You fit like a glove, baby."

"Mmmm," I hum.

He starts to move, thrusting slowly, his hands never leaving my hips. His strokes are deep and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, inside and out," he whispers, his breath hot on my skin.

"Everett," I breathe, his name a plea on my lips.

"Tell me what you want, Kenz."

"You," I gasp, my nails digging into his back, urging him deeper.

"You already have me, baby," he growls, his lips tracing the shell of my ear.

"Everett," I pant, desperate for him. My hips buck against him.

"Fuck, yes," he growls, driving into me.

He's relentless, his thrusts hard and deep, his pace relentless. The bed shakes beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall.

He's leaving tomorrow. What if this is the last time we...

"Harder..." I cry out, my body tensing, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.

He fucks me, his hips pistoning, his cock slamming into me, filling me.

My thighs tremble, my back arches and I come with a strangled cry.

He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips, his pace frantic.

"Come for me," I pant, my pussy clenching around him.

"Fuck, yes," he growls, his cock throbbing, his rhythm erratic.

He pumps deep and hard, his body shuddering, his breath ragged.

We come together, his name on my lips, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

As we lay in the afterglow, I feel more connected to Everett than ever. We talk softly, sharing stories and dreams, spooned together. I want to tell him how I feel, to describe the emotions swirling inside me. But I know I can't. Not now, not when he's about to leave on a dangerous mission.

Instead, I show him with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of affection. I pour my heart into this night, hoping he can feel the depth of my feelings even if I can't say them out loud.

As exhaustion finally overtakes us, I curl into Everett's side, his arms wrapped securely around me. I fight sleep, wanting to savor every moment of this night. But eventually, my eyes grow heavy, and I drift off, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

My last conscious thought is a silent prayer: Please, let him return to me.

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