She reaches between us and wraps her hand around me, and the sound I make isn’t human. My hips jerk into her fist, my forehead dropping to her chest, and she strokes me, her thumb dragging through the wet leaking from the tip, spreading it in slow circles that make my vision blur.
“Fuck, Genevieve.”
“I know,” she breathes. She positions me at her entrance, and we lock eyes for one suspended second—one last chance to stop, to be the people we’re supposed to be, to remember Art and loyalty and every promise I’ve made…
She sinks down onto me and every noble thought I’ve ever had dies.
My brain short-circuits from how warm and tight she is. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise, and I don’tcare, can’t care, because she’s already rolling against me like she’s been starving for this as long as I have.
“Oh my God.” Her head drops back, her mouth falling open, and the sight of her half-naked, riding me in my armchair, with the moonlight catching the copper of her hair, is something I’ll take to my grave.
And then I see her neck. The long, bare line of it, exposed and vulnerable, and the memory hits me like a hammer—my hand there during training, her pulse fluttering against my palm, both of us pretending it was nothing.
It wasnevernothing.
I bring my fingers up and wrap them around her throat.
Her eyes fly open.
I hold her the same way I did at the alcove, except now she’s bare in my lap and I’m inside her and there’s nowhere left for either of us to hide.
“Is this okay?”
She doesn’t just nod. She covers my hand with hers and presses it firmer against her pulse. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Something feral tears loose inside of me.
I grip her throat and thrust up into her so hard she cries out, and I do it again, and again, setting a pace that’s bruising. The chair scrapes across the hardwood with every snap of my hips and I don’t give a fuck. The whole cabin could burn down around us and I wouldn’t stop.
The whole goddamn town.
She rides me like she’s trying to break us both, slamming down to meet every thrust, and the sounds she’s making are these raw, filthy moans. They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her collarbone, my teeth scraping skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Show me.” She grabs my face with both hands, and forces me to look at her. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide. “Stop holding back and show me.”
My dick pulses.
Goddamn.
I grab her by the waist and stand, still inside her, and she yelps, legs locking tight around me. I carry her three steps to the wall and pin her there with my hips, her back hitting the surface hard enough to rattle the picture frame next to us.
“Yes,” she hisses, her head tipping back. “Like that.”
I drive into her so deep we both groan, and I set a rhythm that’s relentless, one hand cradling her ass, the other still wrapped around her throat where her pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it in my veins.
She hooks her ankles at the small of my back and pulls me deeper with every thrust, and the angle shifts and she keens—this high, broken sound that tells me I just foundthespot.
“Right there,” she chokes out. “Oh God, Lance, right there, don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. I bury my face in her neck and fuck her against the wall like the world is ending. Like I’m paying for every night I lay awake wanting her with my hands fisted in my sheets. Like every second I’ve ever counted was building toward this, toward her, here, wrapped around me, and saying my name like it’s the only one she knows.
Her fingers twist in my hair and yank, and the pain lights me up. I thrust harder, my hand tightening just slightly aroundher throat—not enough to choke, just enough for her to feel it, to feel me everywhere—and she moans so loud it echoes through the cabin.
“I’m close,” she gasps, her nails scoring down my back. “Lance, I’m going to—”
“I know.” I can feel it, her thighs shaking, her walls clenching, her whole body tightening like a wire about to snap. I press my thumb to her clit without breaking rhythm, circling hard and fast while I’m still buried deep, still pinning her to the wall.