Even as the ache deep inside him grew sharper.
Evelyn's hips rose, grinding against him, and a quiet, needy sound escaped her.
Everly's hand curled around the back of his neck, her lips at his throat, her teeth grazing the skin.
He couldn't hold off any longer.
And he didn't want to.
He reached between them, his palm cupping her, his fingers dipping in, feeling how wet she was.
His eyes stayed open, locked on hers, watching her pupils dilate, her lips part, her breath catch.
And then he leaned forward and kissed her, slow and deep, his tongue sliding between her lips, tasting her again.
Everly's arms were around him now, her body arched, her hips rolling, her skin hot against his.
She was lost in him.
They all were.
The world fell away, and all that mattered was this room.
This bed.
These two people.
No fear.
No pain.
Just the three of them.
Together.
The sheets had pooled lower now, tangled at the bottom of the mattress.
And no one cared.
No one had to.
