Page 152 of His Reckoning

Instead of weighing my options, I push inside of her.

“Oh shit, Kayla,” I growl as I clutch her hips desperately.

I’ve never gone bare before. The sensations are out of this world. Any semblance of control I thought I might have is gone. I begin to fuck her fast and hard.

I have to hold her in place by her hips, so she doesn’t go flying into the wall. I’m sure I’ll be leaving bruises on her.

I flip her around. I need to kiss her.

She wraps her arms around my neck while I lift her in the air and push her back against the wet tiles. I feel her feet hit my back.

I slide my tongue into her mouth. She matches my intensity. Moaning into me with every single thrust that drives her higher against the wall.

Her hands slide down my shoulders, fingers gripping hard as she holds on to me, then one of them drifts lower across my back.

Her fingertips trace along the raised skin near my shoulder blade.

My entire body jerks. A sharp breath punches out of my lungs before I can stop it. For a split second, everything inside me locks up.

Kayla freezes, her hand still pressed against my back.

The heat in the room shifts instantly.

I start to pull away, but before I can, she grabs my face and drags my mouth back to hers in a harder kiss.

“Hey,” she murmurs against my lips. “Stay with me.”

The words cut straight through the noise trying to claw its way into my head. My hands tighten on her hips. I force myself to breathe … to focus on her.

On the way her body moves against mine and the sound of her breathing.

Slowly, the tension in my chest loosens just enough that I can keep going.

I tighten my grip on her hips and move again, slower at first, like I’m testing whether my body will cooperate.

Kayla’s breath catches instantly.

Her fingers slide back into my hair, gripping tight as her forehead presses against mine.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

The sound of her voice sends a fresh surge of heat straight through me.

Whatever control I thought I had left is completely gone now.

The heat between us builds with every movement. Her breaths come faster, shorter.

My name slips from her lips again and again, like she can’t hold it back. Each time it hits my ears, something inside my chest tightens.

Her nails drag down my shoulders as she clings to me, her body moving with mine now, matching every motion.

The intensity keeps climbing.

“Kayla …” I breathe.

She shakes her head against my shoulder, already on the edge.

I feel the moment it hits her. Her entire body tightens in my arms, her grip on me turning desperate as her breath breaks into a sharp cry against my neck.