Chapter 68: CHAPTER 68

Attention, Sara. 

I struggled to focus on the words on the page as I blinked down at the book.

  He laughed at everything. He left one with the impression that everything had been closed off and that there was only this physical feast; there was no tomorrow and no chance to meet anybody else; there was just this room, this afternoon, and this bed. 

He hissed, "Read that again," and then raised my skirt. "This bedroom, this afternoon, and this bed." 

I was so wet that he didn't even need to tease, rub, or touch me before he went straight inside of me as I was ready to speak. He just needed to offer me a book, a few light prodding touches, and the sounds of him changing. I moaned, praying he could figure out how to force all of him inside of me. I was certain that having my body torn in two by him would be the greatest pleasure I had ever had.