She came for me.
When I saw Morgan on the porch, I can’t even describe how I felt. Emotions like that don’t have a name; they just are.
My anger definitely was recognizable, because she should never have come up here alone. I wasn’t joking when I said it was dangerous. Elara mentioned that Dad got pretty unstable at the end and set up booby traps all around the property. I’ve told the security team and dismantled as many as I could find, but it’s not like Dad left a map of them. I have no idea how many more are out there.
She’s leaving tomorrow though. I’ll call for a helicopter, and it’ll lift her right out of my life. It’s for the best—I’ve come to realize that the longer I’m here alone at the house. As the silence clears my mind. Yeah, I miss her like crazy, but beyond the ache of that, everything is clarified. Emptied out.
Camber told me that wasn’t natural. That she realized being empty wasn’t good once she met Gage. I asked her if she was able to leave the house yet or if she was still afraid of the media discovering her secret. An asshole move, but I got my point across.
With Morgan here, that emptiness fills with her. How she smells, the way she breathes, her weight in my arms. I can’t be clear because she clouds everything. I’m finding my way to my bedroom solely on instinct because all I can focus on is her.
The house is dark, the only light from the moon outside. Once you’re away from any artificial lights, you see how bright the moon really is. How it can illuminate the night in ways you never dreamed. I forgot that when I left here.
I’m remembering with a vengeance as the light falls on Morgan’s face, dances over the curve of her breast, lingers over the line of her legs. The moonlight floods through my bedroom window, so powerful I can see how soft her expression is. How sad her eyes are.
I kiss her as I lay her on the bed. I can’t promise to see her again, but I can give us both memories to burn down that sadness. To ignite everything between us one last time. She meets me with a hunger as desperate as my own, clutching the back of my neck. I don’t tell her to slow down this time. This time I want it as hard and fast as she needs it. Then we’ll go slow.
Then hard and fast all over again. Again and again, until I have to let her go.
We pull our clothes off in a heated rush, needing bare skin on bare skin. It’s like I can’t breathe unless she’s touching me, so urgent is my desire. And when we do come together, nothing between us, I take the deepest inhale I have in days. Years.
Her fingers run along my jaw as I kiss her neck, her chest, trace the curve of her breast. She has the most perfect breasts. I’ll miss these every day of my life.
Her nipple is firm against my tongue, so stiff I can tell it was aching for my mouth. She gasps, arches up into my touch. I love this, how I can take this woman apart piece by piece, lose myself in her.
I reach between her thighs, caress her folds. “You’re so wet,” I whisper into her ear. “I love how wet you get for me.”
I love so many things about her, but telling her would be too cruel. I know this is it—telling her that would give her hope. I might love everything about her, I’m beginning to realize—but we have different destinies.
She reaches for my cock, gives it a long, firm stroke. Christ, but that’s good. “And I love how hard you get for me.”
It’s true—no one’s ever turned me on like she does.
“I’m going to fuck you so good.” I find her clit, slick and plump. “So good you’ll never forget. I’m going to burn this, us, into your mind and body.”
Her gaze locks onto mine, so open it hurts. “You already have.”
I go still. Stunned. She can’t do this, break me apart like that.
Too late though.
To punish her, I stroke her soft folds, spread her wetness through her curls, tease that begging clit. I work her to a screaming, clutching climax, taking savage delight in how undone she comes. Only for me. For the rest of the world, she’s untouchable.
For me, she moans, begs.
I’m harder than forged iron, ready to burst. I grip her hips, flip her onto her belly. I palm the curve of her ass, so sweet I might die. She rises up on her knees, baring everything to me. The moonlight catches in her wetness, makes her pussy gleam.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I mutter as I slide my hand down her back, press her into the bed. “Grab the headboard. Hang on.”
She does so immediately, her knuckles going white.
“That’s right.” I find a condom, roll it on. “Hold on tight. Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.” Her voice is a needy rasp. “I never will.”
And there we go again, dipping into emotions we can’t have. This is supposed to be an ending, a cutting off.
I thrust into her to stop the swirling emotions in my heart. Drive deep and lose myself in the heat of her, the sweet clasp of her walls around my cock. No woman has ever fit me so well. No one ever will again.
She takes each pump of my hips hungrily, greedily, her hands still tight on the headboard. She moans as our skin slaps together, pushes back to take me deeper.
I’m so fucking deep already, but it’s not enough. I reach up, grab the top of the headboard. Now we’re both hanging on for dear life. I plant my hand on her belly, lift her onto my cock, hold her there.
She makes a small noise.
“I’ve got you.” I tighten my hold to reassure her. “I’ll never let go. Trust me.”
The line of her spine relaxes, telling me she’s surrendered herself completely. I tease her clit with my middle finger as I start to move again. Her head sinks forward, and I lick the sweet line of her neck. So soft, so delicious.
Her breathing changes in time with my own, going fast and harsh. Her pussy clenches so hard around my cock I see stars. We’re coming together, so violently we might break the bed.
She screams with her climax just as I come inside her, my cock jerking with the force of it.
Every inch of me wants to go limp, even my eyeballs, but I remember my promise and hold on to her. Her feet scrabble against the sheets, animal noises pouring from her. So fucking hot. So fucking beautiful. And all mine for tonight.
Slowly I lower her down, help her turn to her back. When she looks up at me, the expression on her face…
My heart was already cracked, but now it breaks entirely open. I can’t let it spill though—I have to contain this.
So I start arousing her all over again. And again. And again.