Page 160 of The Midnight Order
A slight noise comes from me, and I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so delirious right now.
“Finish it,” I plead.
He chugs the rest of the bottle with a dark chuckle, throwing it through the woods. I don’t register a crash of glass because Lowell wraps around me, lifting me against the tree as our mouths crash together.
Both his hands grab either side of the tree behind me while his hardness presses right where I need him, grinding me into the sharp bark.
The digging of my shoulder blades through my shirt only makes me cry out louder.
I’m about to beg him to touch me when one of his hands leaves the tree, making quick work of ruining my pants in the middle. If I were sane, the strength it took would startle me. In his arms, however, I’m not.
He slides my panties to the side before freeing himself and pressing inside me in one fluid thrust.
We both emerge together, moaning together, moving together, greedy for one another as he angles to fuck me fast and deep.
Each push and pull of his body inside mine drives me higher, a buzzing inside me becoming the only thing I can focus on.
Please, please, please…
One of Lowell’s hands finds my clit, adding friction, and my head falls back, colliding with the tree.
The world around me feels like a kaleidoscope of color, where I’m only another speck on its canvas, sinking deeper as the perspective shifts, ever-changing.
“God, you make me feel so fucking alive,” Lowell snarls, thrusting harder, so hard I think he might break me in half.
I open my mouth to beg him not to stop when my orgasm crests, tugging me beneath it like an undertow I got too close to.
My lungs burn for air that I can’t give them.
I can’t focus on anything bodily other than riding the wave of us to the very end.
Lowell quickens his pace, his eyes locking onto mine as his mouth drops open and a gut-wrenching moan rips out of his throat.
It’s so raw.
So perfect.
“Silver,” he manages as he comes apart, sputtering with his following broken thrusts inside me.
I sink my hands into his dark hair, pulling his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss that says everything that I can’t find words for as he stills inside me.
The kiss is an understanding between us, one I don’t know I fully comprehend at the moment, but I will.
Soon.
Chapter 42
Corvin
Silver wanders into the lab,and I try not to notice the flush in her cheeks or the drunken way she meanders through the room.
She’s got a thoroughly fucked look to her, and it has my body rising to the occasion.
“Did you need something?” I ask.
She runs her hand over beakers and equipment, her hazy eyes taking everything in. “No. I couldn’t find anyone else, so I thought I’d check in with you. You’re the only one I know I can always find.”
Something like stupid pride wells in my chest. It’s only because I’m obsessed with my work, I remind myself.
