Page 67 of Abyss

I drive into her, knowing I’m hitting that perfect spot inside her when her moans get louder. Her eyes rollbackward, and I know she’s getting close. I feel a trickle of sweat roll down my back under my shirt as I hammer into her with a pace I won’t be able to maintain for long.

Kavi rolls her hips, creating a sensation that lodges at the base of my spine—a tingling frenzy that seems almost too much to contain. I feel her tightening around me again, so I let one of her thighs go and circle her clit with my thumb.

“Hudson!” Her orange fingernails bite into my shoulders as her walls squeeze my cock. “Oh, my God! Don’t stop. Please, please, please.”

I’d never stop if that was a possibility. I’d freeze this moment—her getting ready to shatter around me—filing it away as the single most erotic moment I’ve ever spent with a woman.

This can’t be easy on her, given I’m pretty fucking big and stretching her out as far as she can go, but she’s taking me like a champ, swallowing my cock whole with each thrust.

Her body starts to tremble as my thumb rubs her clit faster, my name escaping through her lips, her hair dangling down her back. She’s so fucking beautiful. The stretch of her neck, her velvet skin, her breathy moans . . . all made to unravel me.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. So fucking good. Keep saying my name, keep swallowing my cock,” I urge her, trying to hold my release at bay. “It’s all I’ve dreamt of. Taking you on this desk. Kissing you, eating you out, fucking you.”

Kavi gets up, throwing her hands around my neck and locking her legs at my lower back. The angle allows me to get deeper inside her.

We look into each other’s eyes while I thrust into her with hard, deliberate strokes, hoping she’ll feel me inside her days, months, fucking years after I’m out. Her hands cradle my jaw as she reaches up, pressing her lips to mine. We kissand breathe each other in, our movements so tender, so raw, they feel lodged inside my chest.

I want to pull away, tell her this wasn’t part of the agreement. It definitely doesn’t feel the way a one-time hookup would, but I’m too far gone in the moment to do anything but let her take whatever she needs.

I kiss her as I fuck her, when I know I shouldn’t do either.

My tongue explores her mouth again, her fingers brushing over my scruff, and for several long moments, we’re lost in each other.

Lost, when that’s the last thing we should be.

Everything collides inside me, leaving a wreckage I’ll be cleaning up long after she’s gone. My senses, my mind, and my will are all overpowered by a woman who seems hellbent on taking all my power.

The interruption to my daily scheduled life.

My fucking headache.

I detach my lips from hers, keeping them a breath away as we watch each other. Kavi’s hands never release my jaw, her thumbs rubbing my cheek, creating havoc inside me. It’s too personal, too intimate, too fucking intense, and not at all what this was supposed to be.

Her walls tense around me and I grip her hips in a brutal hold, my fingers digging possessively into her ass. I can’t tear my eyes from her no matter how hard I try, knowing everything is getting blurred—my vision, my feelings. The fucking lines.

When I slowly pull out and plunge in deeper—once, then twice—Kavi clamps down on me, releasing a long moan while her mouth forms an ‘O’. “Hudson, I’m . . . Oh, God . . .”

Her eyes squeeze shut as her orgasm rolls through her, spurring my release. I jerk my hips forward a few more times without finesse. My body quakes, crumbling around her, asmy lengthy groan fills the room and my dick fills my condom for what feels like hours.

“Fuck, Kav.” My forehead lands on her shoulder as I heave in lungfuls of breaths, letting the shock waves pass through my body. Her fingernails drag down my back gently before I place a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Fuck me, that was . . .”

I don’t have the words. No words would do it justice, anyway.

Lifting my head a few silent moments later, I let my eyes trail over her beautiful face, lingering on the stud on her lip. Her lazy smile punches me hard in the gut, and I steel myself from pulling her into another kiss.

Because doing so might mark the beginning of my end.

Chapter Twenty

HUDSON

Afew days later, my phone buzzes on my nightstand and I reach for it, tossing aside theEarthPulsemagazine I was reading on my bed. It’s not like I was retaining any of it anyway, since my mind was elsewhere.

Belinda

Belinda

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