What's Lost Can Still Be Found

Bell’s hands gripped tightly to the desk's edges while Galen held firmly to her hips. With each thrust, she took a sharp breath as he pushed himself deeper inside her. Even after six years, his every movement, touch, and kiss drove her wild.

She was close, and so was he. She could hear his breaths, his racing heartbeat. Bell squeezed around him, and he let out a thick groan. His fingers dug into her hips, and he shoved himself deeply.

Bell cried out, holding to the desk as his release pushed her over her edge, and her body was flushed with the warmth and euphoria of her orgasm.

She felt the weight of his body as he leaned forward to kiss her spine, still keeping himself inside her as she convulsed around him. Every slight movement he made sent another jolt through her body.

Bell pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and squeezed her walls around him again.

Galen growled and bit her.

“Ouch,” she whined with a giggle.