Chapter Twenty-Four
Natalie
Jordan pounded into me with relentless energy, every thrust rubbing my sore as hell a*s against the bed. The stinging ache, the nudge of his tip against my womb with every thrust, brought tears of exquisite t*****e to my eyes.
He claimed my mouth. Stole my breath, every ripple of muscle beneath my clutching hands overwhelming me with his strength.
I gave him everything. The cares I’d carried for far too long, the guilt and bitterness I’d fought for the previous couple of weeks, the stress that had tensed my body and thoughts for years.
I came undone, shattering into a million pieces, trusting him to be there to put me back together.
“Natalie...”
My name a prayer on his lips, he buried his face in my neck, his hands clutching my stinging a*s cheeks, and he
