Page 78 of Veil of Dust

So hard I feel it everywhere.

She collapses forward, breath ragged against my neck.

And I’m not done.

I flip her under me, pin her wrists above her head.

Her legs wrap around me again without asking.

I drive into her, once, twice—

She cries out, “Yes—fuck—yes—”

I keep going.

My hands bruise her hips, pulling her down onto me every time I slam in.

Her body bucks.

Her cries turn hoarse.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groan.

She tightens around me again.

I’m close.

Too close.

She arches up.

“Inside,” she says.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

That’s all I need.

I slam into her, deep, hard, relentless.

My body seizes.

And I break.

Spilling into her with a groan so low it shakes through both of us.

We freeze.

Pressed together.

Sweat-drenched. Mud-slicked. Spent.

I stay inside her, my forehead against hers.

Neither of us speaks for a while.

Our bodies do the talking.

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