Page 853 of One More Kiss

Happy, yet sad.

Surrounded, yet alone.

But not with him.

I’m absolute. Arrant.

Oak has bewitched me, snared me into his enticing web, filling me with joy and satisfaction only he can provide in such a short time.

A mere few hours spent together, and I’m already addicted to him.

“Harder, Rowan. Please!”

I pound into him, raw and uncouth.

He meets every thrust of mine, his heart dancing with mine.

Beat to beat.

Second to second.

Creating a story. An epic fantasy comes to life.

Bliss builds faster, stronger, and harder, rippling through my veins, seeping into my bones. I watch my cock disappear inside him. Glorious.

Hypnotic.

We burn. Hot and liquid.

Meshing and merging, becoming one.

Heart, body, and soul.

I feel it. Inside me. Spreading like a wildfire.

He’s my sin.

My redemption.

My new hope.

I hold on to him and drive in, praying tonight will last a lifetime.

“Oh, Rowan.” My name is a plea on his tongue. He strokes his cock, bringing himself to the edge.

“Aah,” I cry, pleasure skyrocketing.

Coming up, up, up, filling my shaft.

We jump up together, shattering, splintering into nothing, yet have everything.

“Oak,” I shout his name as the pleasure unfurls, and his moans fill the space between us, his come covering our torsos.

I squeeze my eyes closed, tremors shuddering through me, my body rocking with wave after wave after wave of orgasm.

This bliss... this joy... I want it to last for eons.

I’ve never experienced this before, not even with Rakesh. And I had a good life with him. I loved him, lived a content life. And thanks to him, I still have a part of him in our son, Rohan.

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