Fuck that.
She loved him.
Any way she could get him.
“Mine.” He grunted with another thrust, and she gave him another breathy moan.
“Fuck I love you.” He groaned right before her back arched her eyes closing and she moaned out, “I love you too.” Her words taking him with her.
He thrust one more time, sliding to a stop, deep inside, as they both came down from their high.
Fuck he was lucky.
He rolled to the side, his body exhausted, the aftershocks of his orgasm still tingling through him. With the last bit of strength, he had he pulled her to him, and like always she burrowed into him like it was her happy spot, a contented little sigh leaving her as she fell asleep with him still inside of her.
Connected.
Fuck he loved her.
The distant yelling was what woke her.
“Wake up!”
It was faint, as if it was coming from a long way off.
Something was wrong.
The thought slammed into her mind, but she felt as if she couldn’t react. Her mind was sluggish, her limbs stuck to the mattress as the heat of the room scorched her skin.
It was too warm.
She struggled to get her eyes open.
But when she finally did, she shut them instantly, the smoke filling the room making them burn.
“Mark,” she said, or at least tried to.
Fire.
The cabin was on fire!
She jolted, the adrenaline waking her up the rest of the way. Her head swam as she sat up in bed and she turned to the doorway to where she could see the flames of orange and yellow filling the living room through the smoke.
Panic hit her hard, making her gasp as she blindly reached behind her slapping the bed, searching for Mark.
