Our kiss was savage, desperate, coated with red-hot need.

Before long, we were stripped bare, his toned, muscular body having no difficulty lifting me high so my legs could wrap around his waist.

With one hand, he expertly slipped a condom on, then paused at my centre. We haven’t even made it to the bedroom.

“Look at me, darling,” he said, his accent turning my insides into a heated pool of pure lust. “I want to watch you while I take you.”

“Yes… take me.”

With my consent and confirmation, he pushed forward, the tip of his large cock slipping past my entrance, stretching me to the extreme.

A whimper escaped my throat as I rotated my hips, instinctively asking for more, wanting more.

He obliged, guiding his length further into my tightening channel. “That’s it, darling. Let me in.”

Once he had fully sheathed himself inside me, I lost track of anything else other than the need to chase that euphoric bliss only he could provide.

I begged and pleaded for it harder, and the front door rattled at my back from the repetitive punishment he dealt.

A few well-placed strokes and fervent caresses pushed us over the edge to climax together.

Prompting the first of many.

We fucked slow and sensual. Hard and fast. On the bed, in the shower, over the furniture.

Gosh, he couldn’t get enough. Damn, I couldn’t get enough, high and intoxicated on the fumes of completely letting go.

He was the second man I’d ever been with, and he was openly generous. The stranger was attentive, willing to use his previous knowledge to care and provide every sexual desire I could ever want.

There were no inhibitions or shame. Just a natural flow of carnal energy, which only gained more traction every time we connected.

He remained inside me all night, relentless and unforgiving in his pursuit of pleasure. And I had no complaints. I had lost track of time and place, purely living off the euphoria that he managed to rip out of me. Every. Single. Time.

And when I finally fell to slumber, he kissed my hair, thanked me for our shared moment, and then, he was gone.

Chapter 11

OWEN

I had gone to drop off some baby essentials to Everly’s townhouse when I found myself in the unfinished nursery, swaying back and forth on the rocking chair in the corner. The soft grey walls seemed to close in on me, their usual sense of calm replaced by the earth-shattering news.

I had received notification that my divorce was processed.

It was final. We were over.

After I had signed the papers, I threw myself into healing and focusing on my well-being to concentrate all that extra energy on my unborn child.