Page 35 of Twisted Paths

I tear the packet open with my teeth, roll the condom on quickly, and settle between her thighs.

She’s warm, inviting, ready.

I slide against her, teasing, letting her feel just how much I want this, want her.

Nancy lets out a shaky breath, her hands tightening on my arms. “Stop teasing.”

I smirk, brushing my lips against hers. “I like hearing you beg.”

She exhales a breathy laugh, but it catches when I push forward, slow, deliberate, sinking into her inch by inch.

Her nails bite into my skin, her breath stuttering against my mouth. “Oh my God.”

I grip her hips, forcing myself to go slow, savouring the feeling of being inside her, the way she wraps around me, the way she sighs as I fill her completely.

“Fuck, Nancy,” I mutter, my forehead dropping to her shoulder. “You feel—” I cut myself off with a groan, rolling my hips slightly just to watch the way her head falls back, her lips parting with a soft, desperate sound.

Her hands slide into my hair again, tugging me down into another kiss as I start to move, slow and deep, drinking in every gasp, every breathless moan.

“More,” she whispers against my lips, her body arching into mine.

I tighten my grip on her hips, pulling back slightly before thrusting in again, harder this time, and she shatters beneath me. Her tight pussy strangles my cock in the best way possible.

Her gasp turns into a moan, her nails raking down my back as her legs tighten around me.

“Darling, you feel so good. This just feels perfect. I don’t think I can hold back any longer,” I growl, the control I’d been clinging to slipping fast.

She rocks against me, meeting my movements, her hands gripping my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life. The slow, controlled rhythm quickly dissolves into something hotter, messier, more desperate.

The sounds she makes, the way she moves, the way she takes me in completely—it’s undoing me, piece by piece.

I don’t know how long we move together like this, lost in each other, chasing something that feels bigger than both of us.

But when she tightens around me, her entire body trembling, her breathy moans turning into a broken cry of my name, I follow right after her, burying myself deep as I come undone.

For a long moment, neither of us moves, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing, the faint rustle of the duvet as I lower myself onto my forearms, my forehead resting against hers.

Nancy lets out a shaky laugh, her fingers tracing lazy circles along my spine. “That was…”

I lift my head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips before murmuring, “Yeah.”

Because no words are going to do that justice.

Chapter 10

Luke

Thebedfeelsdifferentbefore I even open my eyes. The sheets aren’t tangled the way they should be, the warmth that should be beside me is gone.

I reach out instinctively, fingers brushing over nothing but cool fabric.

My eyes open, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The room is quiet, too still. The space beside me is empty.

She left.

I push up onto my elbows, running a hand over my face. There’s no sound from downstairs, no movement, no lingering presence. Just an odd sense of something missing.

I drag on a pair of shorts and head down to the kitchen, the wooden floor cool beneath my feet.

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