Page 18 of Mated in Flames

“More, harder!” I hear myself begging.

“Fuck, Luciana,” Warwick groans over me.

He snaps his hips forward and I’m lost in a wave of pleasure and lust, jerkily meeting each thrust as we both desperately chase the fire threatening to consume us. Our bodies slap together and I can feel our sweat mingling as we gasp and choke on the sensations, until finally I feel myself drawn to the very edge and pushed over in a spiralling sensation of desire.

My vision blacks out for a short moment. When the world returns, Warwick is still braced over me, his entire body trembling as he, too, orgasms. We ride it out together, clutching one another and, when it’s done, I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and exhausted.

A moment later, Warwick falls beside me and we stare up at the ceiling. I want to say something, perhaps about what just happened between us, but a yawn overtakes me at that moment, my body finally seeing fit to remind me of the late hour and what time I should be getting up in the morning.

“Sleep?” Warwick asks.

“Yeah,” I agree.

We crawl up and slide under the covers. For all his talk of Dane missing him, Warwick doesn’t even think about leaving, and I’m glad. It means we can talk about this.

In the morning, though. For now, I just want to sleep.

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