Page 127 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

And it blinds me.

The way she feels.

The way she sounds.

The way she comes apart under.

It pulls me under with her, my release slamming all at once like something breaking open, tearing through everything.

For a second, every spill burns as it leaves my body into hers. I’m jerking, seeing white, spilling every last drop of me inside her until I’m completely spent.

For a second, we don’t move.

Her breathing is uneven and mine isn’t much better.

Then I slide out of her slowly, the shift dragging a breath out of both of us.

“Come here.” My hand finds hers as I sit.

She doesn’t bulge. Instead, she pushes at me.

“No.” Her voice is thin, strained, already pulling away from what just happened. “No, don’t.”

I catch her wrist, then her waist, pulling her forward before she can fully slip out of reach.

“Stop,” she snaps, struggling now, her hands pressing against my chest. “Robert, don’t…”

I pull her into me anyway, sitting her on my lap, my arms locking around her before she can twist away again.

“Let me go,” she bites out, but there’s no real force behind it now.

I hold her there.

“I hate this,” she whispers, her voice shaking now. “I hate how I get around you. I hate it.”

“I know,” I concur.

She shakes her head against me, like she doesn’t want to hear it, like she doesn’t want to agree.

“Why’d you leave early?” I lean in, my mouth brushing close to her ear, my breath warm against her skin.

She stiffens then melts.

“I knew you were going to show up,” she admits after a beat.

“So you were running from me?” I huff a breath against her skin.

“Yes.” She lets out a short, humorless sound. “Because of this.”

Her hand lifts slightly between us, gesturing vaguely at everything that just happened.

“This,” she repeats, tender now. “This kind of ending.”

“Christine…”

“No.” She pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes clear now, whatever softness was there gone just as quickly as it came.

“Listen, I know this is…”