We stayed there, locked together on the counter, panting, sweaty, utterly wrecked. His knot pulsed inside me with every aftershock, keeping us connected, keeping him deep.
I hummed contentedly, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. The counter was hard against my back, but I didn't care. He was warm and solid and mine, and—
The fire alarm went off.
"s**t!" I jerked — which was a mistake, because we were still very much attached. Pain shot through me, sharp and sudden, and we both groaned.
"Don't move," Fao gritted out, his hands tightening on my hips. "Don't — f**k — it hurts when you pull."
"I noticed!" I gasped, holding very still.
Smoke was billowing from the stove behind him, the eggs now a charred, smoking disaster. The alarm shrieked, deafening in the small cabin.
"The eg
