[ZEKE]
I don’t want to stop f*****g her.
That’s the first thing I feel—pure, seething irritation—as I’m yanked out of that moment, still buried inside her, still tasting her breathless gasps against my mouth.
A boom. Distant, muffled, but unmistakable. And then, a second one, louder and closer. I still inside her, my spine snapping straight. That wasn’t thunder. Not in this f*****g castle. That was an explosion.
“What the f**k was that?” I snarl, pulling out of her too fast, my c**k still throbbing, my hands shaking.
Camilla slides off the counter with wobbly legs. Her dress is still hitched around her hips, lips kiss-swollen, eyes wide. But it’s her face that stops me cold. She’s gone white. Bloodless. She’s scared. Not confused, not startled—terrified.
Something’s wrong.
I wrap an
