He pounded into her, pinching hard and tugging harder at her nipple.

She whimpered.

Fuck.

She didn’t make a lot of noise outside breathing heavily.

That sounded nice.

Too nice.

“Olivia, you need to come.”

She twisted her neck and caught his eyes, hers scorching even through the dark.

He fought the brand.

“Fuck me, Sebring,” she ordered.

He let her tit go and slanted his arm up her chest, curling it around her shoulder. His eyes on hers, he held her steady and fucked her.

She bit her lip, let it go and closed her eyes, turning and dropping her head.

Finally submissive in her orgasm, he drilled her and she took it, but not for long before he exploded in her sleek wet.

He stayed buried, coming down, liking it as she spasmed around his dick, not knowing why what happened next would happen next.

Maybe after two orgasms she was sated.

It being later than normal, maybe she was tired and off-guard.

Maybe she was getting used to him.

But when he pushed his hips into hers and took her to her belly before he pulled out, rolled off and rolled her on top of him, what happened next happened.

She shoved her face in his neck and pressed her chest into his in what felt like a body hug without the arms.

Then he felt her sigh against his skin as she relaxed on top of him.

She always smelled good, and right then that was no different, except it was better. This was because, mingled with her perfume, the products she used in her hair and the natural fragrance of her skin, he could smell them on her. A nuance of him and the scent of sex clung to her, heavy and exquisite.

Her hair always felt good and right then spread across his chest and shoulder that also was no different.

And her body always felt good, but he’d never had it like it was right then.

And it was not good—in fact it was entirely fucked that he liked it like it was right then maybe better than any way he’d already had it.

He took a guess at the reason behind her actions, shoving the rest of his thoughts in the back of his mind, and advised, “You liked that so much, you need to submit more often.”

It felt like she relaxed even more at the same time he felt something weird against his throat, like her cheek moving with a smile.

He almost caught hold of her hair to pull back her head to see if that was the case when she snuggled into him.

Fucking snuggled into him.

It was not a burrow but it wasn’t deniable as a cuddle either.

He felt his body still.

What the fuck?

Olivia Shade, made of stone, she comes, she fucks, she comes, then she leaves…snuggling?

Even though that happened, she made no response.