Page 134 of Kentrell

I just let go.

Spilling deep inside her until I had nothing left. Until the tremors stopped and my body collapsed against hers.

Silent.

The room, once filled with our sounds—moans, gasps, the slap of skin—had gone completely quiet, except for our breathing.

My chest rose against hers in slow, unsteady waves. Sweat clung to my skin. My arms shook a little from holding myself above her for so long. But I couldn’t move.

I didn’t want to. I couldn’t even think. Zoe’s legs were still wrapped around my waist, her arms looped loose around my neck like she didn’t know whether to hold me tighter or let me go.

And I didn’t know what I wanted either.

I was still inside her.

Still warm. Still twitching.

Still reeling.

Damn.

I’d never felt drained like this before. Not after sex. Not ever.

Not even after the wildest, dirtiest shit I’d done.

But this?

This left me empty and full at the same time.

Physically? I was done.

Emotionally? I waswrecked.

I didn’t even know when the last drop of cum left my body, but I was sure it took a piece of me with it.

Like I’d given her something I couldn’t get back.

I lowered my forehead to hers, eyes still closed, trying to catch my breath.

Trying to ground myself.

Her chest rose against mine in soft, even puffs now, like she was slowly coming back to earth.

But me? I was still floating somewhere in the middle of whatever this was.

And my blood was still pumping for her. Still rushing. Still hot.

How the fuck?

She wasn’t even doing anything now. Just lying here—bare, spent, still.

And I was fighting the urge to start over.

To kiss her again. To taste her. To move inside her and lose whatever was left of my damn mind.

I opened my eyes finally and looked at her.

Zoe.

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