Chapter 92

• I struggle with my mind, my biggest nemesis, unaware that my body responds to the doubts pushing to the forefront and pulling away from him. Reality claws at me like a ravaged animal, forcing my mind back to attention. Terror takes hold, and I know I’m losing the battle with myself.
• “Stop overthinking, Emma,” he grunts into my ear hoarsely. His breath runs over my throat; he kisses my naked shoulder, biting and nipping. I turn my face to his and breathe him in, nuzzling his hair and trying to get back to the lost abandon of moments ago, to get immersed in how good this feels. How good he feels. Desperate to join him again.
• He changes his angle and thrusts harder. I moan and arch against him as a spasm of pleasure courses through me unexpectedly. I can’t hold on for much longer. He’s managed to pull me back so effortlessly, and I pant through a cry. I’ve never had sex like this. I’ve never felt this kind of all-embodying sensation. It’s terrifying yet amazing.