Page 148 of Kentrell

Still, he rose slow, lips glistening, eyes dark.

“You good?” he asked, already tugging his shirt off over his head.

I just nodded, dazed, watching the way the muscles in his chest flexed as he reached down to unbuckle his belt.

Then he leaned over me again, forearm braced beside my head, tip of him hard and thick and waiting right at my entrance.

“Put it in,” he whispered, voice like gravel and sin.

I didn’t answer with words.

Just reached down and guided him in.

He hissed, one hand flying to the headboard as he pushed in deep, inch by slow inch, until he filled me all the way up.

We both moaned.

“Fuck, Zoe…” he gritted out, hips rolling as he sank deeper. “You feel too good, bae. You sure you ready for this?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and whispered, “Shut up andshowme.”

That’s all he needed.

His pace picked up, rhythm steady and hard. Each stroke pulled a new sound from me—soft gasps, broken moans, full-body trembles. The cabin lights flickered slightly as turbulence hit, but neither of us flinched.

He grabbed my thigh, hit a new angle, and I damn near lost my mind.

“Kentrell—”

“Say it again,” he growled, fucking me deeper.

“Kentrell—”

Louder this time. Hungrier.

Our bodies slapped together in sync, the bed creaking beneath us, heat building until it was too much.

I clung to him as we both crashed—him groaning low in my ear, me gasping his name like it was the only word I knew.

We stayed like that.

Breathless. Entwined. Bare skin to bare skin, no space left between us.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel scared.

I felthis.

He didn’t say a word at first.

Just kissed my cheek. My shoulder. The center of my chest.

Then he stood, still naked, and disappeared into the small bathroom attached to the suite. I lay there, legs parted, breathshallow, heart thudding against my ribs like it was trying to catch up to everything we’d just done.

He came back with a warm towel, crouched between my legs, and gently wiped me clean—slow, careful. Like I was something fragile he wasn’t willing to break.

“Thank you,” I murmured, voice raspy.

He didn’t answer, just met my eyes with a look that saidYou ain’t gotta thank me for that.

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