{EMY}
Ren clicked his tongue as he sheathed himself in the last condom, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Next time," he promised with that deep, husky voice I love so much, "I'll bring dozens of boxes."
I would have laughed at that if I hadn't been so utterly spent. As it was, all I could do was gaze up at him adoringly as he loomed over me, muscles flexing with each powerful thrust.
He looked like a god - all raw masculine power and barely leashed passion. And right now, that passion was focused solely on me. On wringing every last drop of ecstasy from my trembling body.
Ren hooked my legs over his shoulders, changing the angle so that he hit even deeper inside me with each stroke. I cried out sharply at the intense sensation, back arching off the bed.
"That's it Emy . . . ," Ren encouraged roughly. "Take it...take all of me."
