Page 36 of Penn

I surge up her body, plant a forearm on the floor and hover above her. This is wrong, wrong, wrong.

I have no right.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

Just fucking stop, Penn.

Mila stares back at me with bleary eyes and I can’t help myself… I let my fingers gently skim over her cheek, jaw, down her throat. It shows a tenderness I didn’t know I had in me. There have been other women in my life, but I’ve never touched one with such reverence. Is it because we’re bonded already?

The thought of such a notion is unsettling but not enough to diminish my hard-on or desire to fuck her.

“One last time… tell me to stop,” I growl.

Those blue eyes blink… once, twice… so slowly, as if she’s trying to figure out what I just said through the fog of lust. I get no words from her, but I do get action.

Mila spreads her legs wide, wraps them around my hips and grinds against me. It’s a bold move from a bold woman, and I’m not strong enough to ignore it.

I take her mouth again, groaning as she reaches a hand between us. Delicate fingers wrap around my cock and guide me to her. So very wet, and hot, and by her silent command, I press against her. Swivel my hips, slide in a tiny bit, out… back in farther.

“More,” Mila demands, a whispered order into my mouth, and I obey, driving deep.

So fucking deep… all the way, and she shudders beneath me, a gasp of pure, unfiltered pleasure escaping her lips. My jaw clenches, eyes closing briefly as I fight for control. Every sensation is magnified—the silky warmth of her skin, her soft moans, the way her nails bite gently into my back.

“I knew it would feel this way.”

My eyes fly open, my head lifts and I look down at Mila in surprise. She’s lost though, her eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Teeth bite down into her lower lip as she writhes underneath me.

I knew it would feel this way.

Meaning… she’s fantasized about this? About me inside her? The knowledge is too much to bear. At least that’s what my balls are telling me with how they’re tingling with a need to release. Christ… a wave of supercharged lust and desire hits me like a tsunami and my hips jerk in reflex.

Mila groans, I pull out and slam back in hard.

“Yes,” she urges, and that’s all I need to fully lose control.

We move together, a clash of frantic need and desperation. She’s wild and trembling, hips rising to meet mine, matching me beat for beat. I’m consumed by her—the taste, the scent, the way she feels wrapped around me.

Somewhere in the dim recesses of what little sanity I have left, I understand that this isn’t about pleasure alone.

It’s about escape, about drowning out the chaos and pain and uncertainty that’s haunted us for far too long. With every thrust, every gasp and whispered plea, we’re fighting back against the unfairness of what’s happened to us.

I lean down, kissing her deeply, pouring into that kiss everything I can’t say out loud—how fucking beautiful she is, how stunned I am she’s even here, that she’s chosen me in this reckless moment. I’ve never felt so exposed, and yet I can’t seem to stop myself from falling deeper into her.

My body tightens, the pressure coiling impossibly high, threatening to shatter me. Mila cries out my name, her entire body arching beneath me, and it’s my undoing. I capture her mouth again, swallowing her moans as the climax crashes over us in waves of white-hot sensation, erasing every thought, every fear, every regret.

For a few precious seconds, the world disappears entirely.

Then reality slowly returns—my harsh breathing, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine, the gentle tremors still running through her body.

Slowly, carefully, I balance myself on my forearms so as not to crush her, the hard tile bruising my knees even through the rug beneath us. Mila stares back at me, wide-eyed and looking just as stunned as I’m feeling. Silence settles over us, heavy with the aftermath.

We both know what just happened changed everything—and maybe solved nothing.

But I refuse to let regret in. I’m fucking tired of living under that weight.

“Are you okay?” I ask, knowing it’s too late to change our actions.

She nods, a smile playing at her lips. “Wrecked, but okay. You?”

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