Instead, her legs tightened, pulling him in.
And when her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, there was only one word that came out.
"More."
The night deepened. The shadows grew longer. The sheets shifted.
No one spoke.
The room was too warm, and the air was too heavy, and the sounds were too intense.
It was like a fever dream.
Everything was slow and blurred.
Every sensation was heightened.
They didn't just make love—they consumed each other.
Ethan had lost track of how many times they'd changed positions, how many orgasms they'd shared, or how long the darkness had stretched on.
All he knew was the heat.
The closeness.
The intimacy.
They were completely absorbed in each other, the whole world shrinking to a single bed, a single room.
At some point, they had started moving faster, and their breathing had gotten heavier, and the need had become stronger.
Evelyn's thighs gripped his sides, her breasts swaying with each thrust.
