~ Stephano

She said his fucking name.

Not loud. Not panicked.

Just soft. Quiet. Almost reverent.

Alex.

That sound shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did. But it did. It cracked through the middle of my skull like a bullet fired underwater, slow-motion, impossible to dodge, and painfully clear.

One second, I was buried in her neck, my cock poised at the edge of heaven, body taut with months of need. The next, I was ice.

My fingers stilled on her thigh, where her skin was flushed, slick with heat. My other hand, still cupping her breast, twitched, nerves short-circuiting like I'd been struck by lightning mid-thrust. Her nipple...