RHETT
She was still trembling when I lowered her back onto the bed.
Her chest rose and fell fast, lips parted, hair sticking to her cheeks, and her legs were wide open for me. Her skin glistened and her body looked like sin made flesh. I couldn’t stop staring.
“Rhett,” she whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked.
I bent down and kissed her. She tasted like sweat and rain and want. Her fingers dug into my arms when I slid my cock back inside her.
She gasped loud, and I groaned against her mouth.
“Still so tight, baby,” I said.
“Don’t stop. Please,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around me.
I didn’t. I fucked her slow and deep, grinding into her like I wanted to erase the memory of any man she had ever touched before me.
“This should be mine,” I said against her throat.
“Yours,” she breathed, and fuck, I felt that all the way in my chest.
I angled my hips and her moan broke into a cry.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Right there, oh fuck…”
“That’s it, Lana. Let me feel all of you.”
She was soaked and
