RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES)
I roared her name, slamming deep one final time as I exploded inside her, hot and violent, filling her until I had nothing left.
We clung to each other, panting, trembling, drenched in sweat.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the refrigerator.
I pressed my forehead to hers, still buried inside her, both of us shaking.
“This…” I rasped. “This isn’t over.”
Her lips curved into a weak, breathless smile. “I still hate you.”
But her eyes God, her eyes betrayed her.
And I knew then: hate had never tasted so much like love.