Page 85 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

"Everett," she gasps, her hips rocking against mine. "Please."

The need in her voice ignites something primal within me. In one smooth motion, I enter her, both of us groaning at the sensation. Kenzie's legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I start to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Kenzie meets me thrust for thrust.

"God, you feel amazing," I grunt, burying my face in the crook of her neck. "I can't get enough of you."

Kenzie's only response is a breathy moan, her inner walls clenching around me. I pick up the pace, driven by the sounds of her pleasure and the intoxicating scent of her surrounding me.

Our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity as if we've been doing this for years instead of weeks. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust feels right in a way I've never experienced before.

Her touch is both soothing and electrifying, grounding me in the moment while leaving me wanting more. Wanting everything and anything she'll give. And that's the part that scares the fuck out of me. Because if she asks, I'll do it.

I lift my head to look at her, struck by the intensity in her eyes. There's desire there, yes, but something deeper, too. Something that makes my heart race in a way that has nothing to do with our physical exertion.

"Kenzie," I breathe, cupping her cheek. She turns her face, pressing a kiss to my palm.

"I'm here," she whispers, and somehow, I know she means more than just physically.

With every stroke, I'm whispering…mine.

Across her skin, inside her womb, in the depths of her soul.

Mackenzie Duncan is mine.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring everything I'm afraid to say. Because once I say it, I'm a goner.

Our movements become more urgent, the tension building between us. Kenzie's breathy moans turn to sharp cries of pleasure as I hit that spot deep inside her.

"That's it, baby," I growl, feeling her start to tighten around me. "Let go. I've got you."

"Ohhhhh…." Kenzie's back arches, her head thrown back as her orgasm washes over her. The sight of her lost in pleasure, combined with the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls, sends me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I bury myself deep inside her as I come, her name a reverent whisper on my lips.

As the aftershocks subside, I roll to the side, bringing Kenzie with me. She curls into my chest, her breath warm against my skin. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

We lay in comfortable silence, my hand tracing lazy patterns on her back. Kenzie's fingers dance along my chest, careful to avoid the bruises.

"You, okay?" she asks softly, tilting her head to look at me.

I nod, tightening my arms around her. "More than okay."

Kenzie smiles, a hint of shyness in her expression. "Me too."

I brush the twists over her shoulder and kiss her tenderly.

"Stay."

Kenzie's eyes widen slightly. "What?"

I take a deep breath, knowing there's no going back now. "Stay. Not just tonight. I mean... stay here. With us. With me."

Kenzie pushes herself up on one elbow, searching my face. "Everett, are you sure? I mean, what about?—"

"I'm sure," I interrupt, cupping her face in my hands. "I know it's fast, and there's a lot we need to figure out. But Kenzie, I want you here. The girls want you here. And I think... I think you want to be here too."

Kenzie bites her lip, uncertainty warring with hope in her eyes. "I do," she admits quietly. "But Everett, my contract?—"

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