My hold on her hip was unforgiving, my fingers digging into the plush skin there and driving her harder, faster. But she met every rock with a roll of her own, with shuddering breaths and deep, perfect moans. I wanted to say something. Anything. I wanted her to know how gorgeous she was, how incredible she felt, how much I wanted this—how I’d always wanted this. Though it didn’t matter what I wanted because Emme’s thighs tightened around me as she whispered, “Oh god, oh god, oh god. Yes, fuck, yes.” “That’s right,” I said, low and easy like we weren’t rewriting everything we were to each
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