Page 222 of Before Dawn

Putting her head right beside my ear and increasing her riding speed, she whispered, “you’re sogood to me.”

I could feel myself getting close, and held her even tighter. My motions were becoming more erratic, and fuck, I wasn’t gonna last. My balls tightened and my brain felt like it was imploding. I turned my head and kissed her hard as I felt my orgasm wash me.

As soon as I came, her legs clamped hard around me, and she moaned into my mouth. Her pussy went into overdrive, trying to milk every drop of cum from me. We trembled against each other, our lips still locked as pleasure consumed us. As the intensity faded, I sank to the floor of the tub, guiding her down with me, holding her close as our breathing slowly steadied.

“Just the way I like it,” she whispered.

“The way you like it?” I asked in between deep breaths.

She nodded. “Good boy.”

We moved to the tub, my back resting against the side as Abigail settled in my lap. A soft whimper of disappointment left her lips as I slipped out, her hold on me tightening. I pressed gentle kisses to her neck, my fingers threading through her curls as we held each other, letting the warm water wash over us.

Eventually, we separated and I cleaned us up.

“You’re the only one,” she murmured, her voice a soft caress that wrapped around my heart. “The only person I have ever and will ever let cum inside of me.”

I felt like I’d just scaled a mountain, breathless and exhilarated, her words elevating me to heights I never imagined I could reach.

Her eyes sparkled with an intensity that took my breath away. “I trust no one as deeply as I trust you.”

“Te amo,165” I whispered, the words spilling from my lips like a sacred promise.

“Te quiero mucho,166” she replied softly, and I froze, my gaze snapping to hers. It was the first time she’d ever spoken tome in Spanish.

“Say it again,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “Te amo, guapo.167”

“¿Siempre?168” I asked, my heart pounding.

“Siempre.”

Chapter Fifty-one

Abigail-Ann

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.”

~ Sophocles

The door clicked shut behind us, and I finally exhaled, the sound soft but filled with relief. Dinner had been lovely, and intimate, but now my feet were paying the price for the heels I’d decided to wear. Ten thousand-dollar shoes. For all the luxury they promised, there wasn’t an ounce of comfort.

Mikkel, ever perceptive, glanced at me as I hobbled toward the couch. “Tired?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, trying to hide the discomfort in my expression. “Not tired… these shoes are pure torture.”

His gaze darkened and his lips curled into a smirk. “Come here,” he commanded, his tone making my heart somersault—an order that had my body reacting before my mind could catch up.

As I approached him, he guided me to a high seat near the wall, pulling it out with a firm yet gentle touch.

I sat, and my feet screamed in relief. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Without a word, Mikkel dropped to his knees before me. My breath caught, and I instinctively reached to stop him.

“Mikkel, wait—”

He silenced me with a single, commanding look. “Stay still.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it had the kind of power that left no room for argument.

A deep tremor of anticipation rolled through me as I complied, my heart pounding with a mix of shock and desire for him to continue. His hands moved swiftly and skillfully, undoing the straps of my heels in seconds. The pressure around my toes and the balls of my feet eased, flooding me with overwhelming relief.

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