She gasps, almost choking. “Breathe, honey.” Jane puts a hand to her heart like it’s beating out of her chest, involuntary tears soaking her cheeks. My eyes are raw with emotion, and I hold her against me with one hand and use the other to clasp her face. “Breathe.” I pause and let her gulp air. She tries to grind on me. Christ. I grit down, my nerves snapping in pleasure. “I don’t want to stop,” she says in a single breath. “Keep going. Keep going. Please.”
