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He groans like I just gave him his religion.

“Yeah, you were,” he snarls. “Look at you. Look at how you ride me. Look at how your cunt grips me. Youneedit, don’t you?”

I nod wildly, so close I can barely form words.

“I need it. I need you. Please?—”

He slaps my ass hard, making me cry out again.

“Come for me.”

I break as my orgasm hits like a wave, fast and brutal, pleasure flooding every inch of me as I cry out, clenching around him, shaking in his arms.

He doesn’t stop, nor slow down.

He stands, still inside me, gripping my thighs as he lifts me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck as he carries me across the cabin, his cock buried so deeply, I can barely breathe.

He reaches the kitchen counter and bends me over it in one smooth motion.

I’m still gasping when he jerks me onto his thick cock from behind.

“Stay there,” he growls. “Don’t move. I want to watch this pussy take everything I give it.”

I brace myself against the cool wood as he fucks me hard, hands gripping my hips, his cock pistoning in and out of me with wet, greedy thrusts.

“You like being used like this?” he snarls. “You like it when I bend you over and fuck you like I don’t care who hears you scream?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. Not until I’ve filled you again. Not until you can’t walk without feeling me drip out of you.”

I moan, my body already tipping into a second orgasm faster than I thought possible.

“I’m gonna come again,” I cry. “Ethan, I?—”

“Do it. Fucking come all over me.”

He slaps my ass, then pulls me flush against him as I come again, harder this time, body convulsing as I collapse against the counter. A gush of warmth leaves me, and I come again as I clench around his cock, my juices coating it. He groans deeply behind me, grabs me by the hair, and pulls me back to whisper into my ear.

“You’re gonna take every drop, sweetheart. Every last bit of it.”

Then he buries himself deep and spills inside me with a guttural sound, pulsing hot and thick until he’s empty.

We stay like that for a long moment, breathing, shaking, sweat cooling on our skin.

Then he kisses the back of my neck. We don’t speak much afterward, but he wraps me in a blanket and we walk to the bedroom. The fire has burned down to a soft glow, casting amber light along the cabin walls. The air has cooled just enough to pull the blanket higher around my shoulders. Ethan lies beside me, one arm beneath his head, the other resting on my hip like he is still afraid I might vanish if he lets go.

His breathing is deep and even. He shifts behind me, pulling me closer, his arm firm around my waist. I don’t resist. I let him hold me, let my body rest against his, even as my mind spirals. I would love to share the peace he probably feels, to think this is how it should be, two people in love and a baby to show for it. But it is so much more than that, and not in the good ways.

I stare at the shadows flickering along the wooden beams of the ceiling as Ethan drifts into sleep, listening to the soft sounds ofthe night, trying to quiet the ache building in my chest. But the silence makes it worse. It sharpens everything I have tried to avoid. The truth feels loud inside me, pressing against my ribs like it wants out. This is the beginning of something I might not survive.

And the worst part is, I don’t think I want to stop it. But reality is waiting, and I know it will not be kind.

16

ETHAN

Long before I open my eyes, I know she’s gone. Not gone in the way that means vanished or fled, but gone from this bed, this warmth, this quiet cocoon we built between midnight and morning. It’s the absence that wakes me first—not cold sheets or silence, but the hollow pull of space where she should be. I reach for the spot where she slept, still faintly warm, the scent of her skin clinging to the cotton in a way that makes my throat tighten.

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