Page 67 of The Break Down

I come with a roar, burying myself as deep as I can, falling down on her sweet, soft body, cursing into her neck as my body pulses inside her.

We ride the aftershocks together, both of us trembling, sweaty, gasping like we’ve just survived something dangerous.

Because maybe we have.

I don’t pull out immediately.

I don’t want to.

Instead, I kiss her.

Soft this time. Gentle. My hand cradles her cheek. Her eyes flutter open, dazed and soft.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi.”

We lie there for a moment, tangled up and fucked-out, and I already know.

I’ve had sex before.

But this?

This was the moment I crossed a line I’ll never come back from.

And I don’t want to.

I never want to stop.

Won’t ever get enough of her.

In fact, I’m already hard again.

Still buried inside her.

Still throbbing.

Still starving.

She blinks up at me, eyes wide, dazed, pupils blown. “Again?” she whispers.

I rock my hips into her, slow and deep, and give her a nod. “Again.”

She bites her lip.

“I—I’m on the pill. It’s been a long time for me.”

My heart stutters.

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” I say, breath catching. “And you know we’re tested regularly for the team. It’s clean. I’m clean. I?—”

I stop. Afraid to hope.

Afraid she’ll take it back.

Then she says it.

Quiet. Sure.

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