Page 133 of Kentrell

And I let her.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Once. Twice. Then started to ring.

I flinched, looking toward it—but the second I did, Zoe clenched around me and pulled me right back into the moment.

I tuned everything else out.

Whoever it was could wait.

Hell could be calling, and I wouldn’t answer.

Becausethisright here?

This was everything.

I looked down at her—sweaty, glowing, mouth parted, eyes heavy—and felt something stir in my chest. Something soft. Unsteady. Foreign.

A flutter.

Right where I usually felt nothing.

Fuck.

What the hell was she doing to me?

My thrusts got slower. Deeper. I couldn’t stop touching her. Kissing her. My lips grazed her collarbone, her cheek, her mouth. I was losing myself in her. And the wildest part? I was buried raw inside her. No latex. No barrier. Nothing but wet heat and reckless trust.

I’d never done this before.

Never.

Not once in my life.

But with her? I didn’t think twice. Didn’t flinch. Just dove in. Because she belonged to me now. And just as that thought started to eat at me—gnawing at the edge of my sanity—Zoe shifted beneath me. Just a twitch.

Just enough.

My breath caught.

My muscles locked.

My toes curled into the sheets.

“Zoe…” I warned, voice strained.

But it was too late.

I came hard.

One deep stroke turned into a quake that wracked through my entire body.

My hips jerked once.

Twice.

Again.

And I didn’t eventhinkto pull out.

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