Every Second of Night (2 page)

That was when Gavin reached forward with both hands and pinched her nipples, sending shockwaves of surprise, pleasure, and cold through her entire body. A cry tore through him as he shot his load straight into her. She wasn
’t sure whether it was Gavin’s arctic cock pounding inside of her or the nipple pinching which finally did it, but she lost herself completely during that moment. She arched her back and let out a hoarse groan as an orgasm so powerful it had the potential to break her mind overwhelmed her, making her dizzy in the head. She felt her pussy grow, impossibly, wetter as she came and then lay, shivering from pleasure, on the bed. Gavin groaned on top of her, then pulled out, panting.

Neither of them spoke. Instead, Gavin just drew her nearer, then kissed her forehead. Both of them held each other in silence. This time, when she faintly noticed the sound of her clock,
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,” she didn’t mind. That was one thing that having a nighttime visitor had taught her. When a person lost a lover at daybreak, you learned to appreciate every second of night.

THE END

Chloe Glint is the writer of erotic romances. Her titles include
A Gypsy's Bridge, A Pirate's Prisoner,
and
Love in Ribbons.
Her short story has appeared in the
Darkest Desires
anthology. When she isn't writing, she enjoys playing with her animals, running, and taking dance classes.

To see more of Chloe’s work, visit
http://www.chloeglint.weebly.com/
.