Page 72 of The Last True Hero
Mia cried out as she came, her hips jerking. She clapped a hand over his, squeezing his fingers where they lay over her hip. "Adam!"
His name on her lips. It was that which undid him.
Adam came, his cock pumping hot seed within her. Every muscle in her pussy locked around him, milking him like a glove. The world spun, white light obliterating his vision as pleasure took over.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder, shudders tripping through him as though she dragged her fingers over his ticklish spots. Mia collapsed forward on the bench, and he slid his hand up her back, fingertips grazing the roughened indentations of her spine.
Truth dawned. He'd been lying to himself when he told her he only wanted this one memory.
The truth was: he wanted all of them.
* * *
Afterwards they layon the bed, both naked. He'd taken her a second time, sweeter this time, a little slower, staring down into her eyes as he rocked atop her, those powerful thighs locked around his hips. She'd come with his name on her lips once more, and he got to watch every moment of pleasure bloom in those glorious eyes.
Adam curled around her now, listening to the rise and fall of her breath and hating himself even as he knew he couldn't have resisted.
He'd broken his promise—not the one to Jake, but to himself.
Don't touch her. Don't take that step.He'd known even then that there was something different brewing between them. A storm of such epic proportions that he'd never felt anything like it before.
Because there couldn't be anything else.
He was going to walk away from her after this, and, despite the fact that she'd burned the memory of herself into his mind, let alone his body, he knew he'd both revere and regret this moment. It would ache inside him whenever he stared up at the stars on another long, lonely hunt. A reminder of everything he'd lost and everything that could never be.
There was a new loss festering in his heart, and it had a name. Mia.
His blunt-tipped finger traced the delicate shell of her ear. Mia shivered, sharing a look with him that said more than words ever could.
One moment in her bed.... Why had he ever thought it could end there? Mia was in his blood now, under his skin. Even the warg within him gloated at his possession of her, purring beneath his skin as if he'd somehow released the pressure.
"Thank you," she whispered, and pressed the gentlest kiss to his cheek. Slowly she sat up, swinging her legs over the bed. "Guess we'd better get moving."
"Yeah." Adam rocked onto his elbows. "Guess we'd better."
