Denver.
The sound of the waves crashed somewhere behind us, but I barely heard it over the slick, wet slap of my skin against Zee's skin and the broken little gasps spilling from her throat.
Zee was bent over the balcony railing, knuckles white where she gripped the wood, her breath filling the night air.
Her hair was a wild mess around her shoulders, and her whole body trembled beneath me as I drove into her over and over, relentless, my chest pressed to her back.
Only if she knows what she has asked for tonight.
She tried to speak, but it came out broken.
“D-Denver… I— I’m not— I don’t… I don’t think I’m gonna survive this.”
I grinned against the curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing sweat-slick skin as I buried myself inside her, slow and deep, making her feel every inch.
“You’
