Sex Was Amazing

His hands gripped her hips, squeezing as he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. Wyatt groaned, his body shuddering against hers as he spilled himself into her, his hands gripping her hips like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice steadier now, the fire in her belly rekindling. Duke’s fingers traced up her arm to her shoulder, lingering at the curve of her neck, each touch igniting sparks beneath her skin. This is where I belong, she thought, her mind finally quiet. God, what am I doing? This was raw, primal, and it stirred something deep within her that she couldn’t—wouldn’t—name. Her nails raked down Wyatt’s back, leaving trails of red in their wake, a visceral testament to the intensity of her release. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening at the friction, and she moaned softly into his mouth. Wyatt’s lips brushed her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. You’re the heart of this place, of us.”

Duke’s fingers traced her arm, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “You know what we want, Ma,” he