Page 56 of Scornful

The angle is different, deeper, and we both groan at the sensation.

"That's it," he encourages as I start to move. "Fuck, you look so good ridin’ me."

I find a rhythm, rising and falling, guided by his hands on my hips.

The friction is incredible, hitting places inside me I didn't know existed.

His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with my movements, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

"Don't hold back," he growls. "I want to hear you scream for me."

I let go, moaning freely as pleasure builds.

His hips start meeting mine, thrusting up as I come down, and the added force has me spiraling toward the edge embarrassingly fast.

"Geirolf, I'm going to?—"

"Come for me, princess. Let me feel you."

His words push me over.

I come with a cry, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash through me.

He follows right after, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he empties himself inside me with a groan.

I collapse against his chest, both of us breathing hard.

I can feel him softening inside me, his release starting to leak out, but I don't want to move yet.

"That was..." I trail off, not sure how to finish.

"Yeah," he agrees, pressing a kiss to my hair. "It was."

We stay here for a few moments, basking in the afterglow.

Reality creeps back in slowly—we just had unprotected sex in my workplace, while my father wants to kill him, and someone's apparently got a PI on me.

"We should probably talk about the no condom thing," I say eventually.

"Probably," he agrees, but makes no move to let me go. "You on anything?"

"Birth control, yeah. But still."

"I'm clean," he says. "Haven't been with anyone but you in months."

That surprises me. "Really?"

He pulls back enough to look at me. "Really. Haven't wanted anyone else since I started noticing you."

My heart does something complicated in my chest. "When was that?"

"Honestly? Years ago. But I kept my distance. You were too young, too off-limits. Then Laken..." His jaw clenches at the name. "I wanted to kill him every time I saw you together."

"But you never said anything."

"Wasn't my place. You had to figure it out yourself." His thumb strokes my cheek. "And you did. You got stronger, found yourself again. That's when I really fell."

"Geirolf..."

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