Chapter 166

• Charlotte braced her palms against the cool glass window of their bedroom, the city skyline a blurred mosaic of lights far below, indifferent to the private universe they inhabited. Howard thrust into her from behind, deep and rhythmic, each powerful stroke sending ripples of ecstasy through her core—his huge length stretching her anew, filling her completely as sweat glistened on their skin despite the full AC humming softly overhead. The night stretched slow and endless, time dissolving into their shared rhythm, lost in this world of tangled limbs and whispered breaths, hickeys blooming like love bites across her neck, shoulders, and breasts—purple-red claims of his passion marking her as eternally his.
• Her nails raked fresh trails down his broad back, digging in with desperate fervor, but he felt no pain—only white-hot pleasure surging through him, spurring him deeper, her scratches a badge of their wild surrender. With a low growl, he spun her toward him, hands gripping her waist to pull her flush against his chest, their sweat-slick bodies sliding together in fevered harmony. He captured her lips in a deep, devouring kiss—tongues dancing slow and sensual, tasting salt and desire; her moans vibrating into his mouth as he lifted her effortlessly toward the nearby table.
• She supported herself on the polished wood, palms pressing flat for leverage, legs wrapping around his waist in a vise of need, heels digging into the small of his back to draw him impossibly closer. The moment slowed then, deliberate and reverent—he savored her wetness enveloping him, the slick heat clenching around his length as he rocked into her with unhurried thrusts, each one a vow etched in flesh. Skin slapped against skin in a hypnotic cadence, wet and primal, echoing through the room like their own private symphony, her arousal coating them both in glistening evidence of their union.