CHAPTER b26 /b

    RYAN’S POV

    “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, my hand flying to grab the nket and drag it over us, covering Anna’s bare body and mine. My heart was still bracing/b, my breathing rough, and I still hadn’t pulled out. I couldn’t. My body refused to let go, even though my brain was screaming that we’d just been caught in the worst way possible. Anna’s eyes were wide, her face pale, and she was trembling as if she’d just seen a ghost.

    Mom stood frozen in the doorway, clutching her chest as if she bcouldn’t /bbreathe, and for a second I thought she was actually going to copse. Dad’s arm shot out to steady her, his own face a tight mix of shock and fury.

    “We will be in the living room,” Dad said, his voice sharp but controlled. “Waiting for you both… toe exin yourselves.”

    They both gave onest look, one I knew I’d never forget, and then they walked out, closing the door behind them.

    The silence that followed felt as if it was pressing down on us. bAnna’s /bwhole body was shaking, her breaths uneven.

    and I could feel the way she was trying to move away from me.

    “Pull out,” she whispered, her voice trembling so much it barely sounded like her.

    I tightened my hold on her. “No… I’m not done.”

    Her head snapped to me, her eyes filled with disbelief and panic. “Ryon! Dad and Mom are here! They just caught us and you still want to continue?!”

    “Shhh, baby,” I murmured, leaning closer, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re too sweet… I can’t stop. I’m still so fucking hard, it hurts.”

    “Ryan!” she said again, more desperate now, but it only made me groan because the way her voice shook was making my chest feel tight and my body ache for her even more.

    “Baby… fuck…” I breathed out, my hips moving almost instinctively.

    I knew what she was thinking, how bad this blooked/b, how angry our parents would be, but in my mind, the damage was already done. They’d bseen /bus. They bknew/b. Nothing was going to erase that. So why stop when I was already buried deep inside her, when every muscle bin /bmy body was screaming not to let go?

    “They already know,” I said, my voice low and firm, “so I might as well bfinish /bbefore we go face them. I’ll take all the me. I’ll exin everything to them. Just let me finish, huh, baby?”

    I bent down, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, letting my nose drag over her skin to breathe her in, and my cock twitched harder inside her. I groaned, my hand sliding to grip her bthigh/b, keeping her leg hooked over mine in the open–leg spooning position so I could thrust deeper. Her nails dug into my shoulder, her body tense, and she let out a shaky sound that was somewhere between telling me to stop and begging ine not to.

    My thrusts grew sharper, harder, as if my body was trying to memorize every inch of her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lip caught between her teeth, and she tried to muffle her moans against my neck but I could still feel every breath of them.

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    “God… you feel so good,” I groaned, my free hand sliding between her legs. I spot into my palm and rubbed her clit hard, my fingers moving in quick circles while I kept thrusting into her. She gasped, her hips twitching against mine, her hand gripping my wrist as if she didn’t know whether to push me away or keep me there.

    “R–yan…” she whimpered, her voice cracking.

    Her walls tightened ground me, her legs trembling, and I felt that rush of heat coil in my stomach. She was a moaning mess now, her head falling back, and I had to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her quiet because if Dad or Mom heard her like this, it would make everything even worse.

    “Shhh,” I breathed against her ear, my other hand still working her clit, my thrusts relentless. She was clinging to me, her leg still tangled with mine, her body jerking every time I pushed deeper.

    I was so close now. So fucking close.

    Her muffled cries vibrated against my palm, and the sound nearly undid me. I let my forehead rest against hers, our breaths mingling, my whole body tensing, my grip on her thigh tightening as my orgasm ripped through me. I groaned low in my throat, the sound heavy and rough, and pulled out at thest second, spilling all over her body. My chest heaved as I cought my breath, my eyes still locked on her flushed, shaken face.

    I leaned down and kissed her hard, my tongue sliding into her mouth in a deep, messy kiss. “You’re fucking perfect,” I muttered against her lips, my voice still row. “Sweet… addictive… mine.”

    But then she blinked, her eyes widening again as the reality seemed to m back into her. “Oh no… Ryon….” she said, covering her face with both hands. “What have we done?”

    I didn’t answer. There was no point. She was acting as if stopping ten minutes ago would’ve magically bmade /bthings better, but the truth was, nothing could undo what our parents saw. And I wasn’t going to sit here and pretend I regretted being inside her.

    She scrambled to get up, but winced and hissed at the soreness between her legs. “Damn it…” she muttered.

    “Stop,” I bsaid/b, scooping her up into my arms before she could hurt herself. “I’ll take you to the bathroom.

    “I can walk

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    “I said stop,” I cut her off, carrying her in anyway.

    In the bathroom, I set her down carefully, reaching for a hand shower, but she shoved at my chest. “Go. Just go. I can clean myself.”

    I frowned, watching the way her hands were shaking as she reacfied for the faucet. “Anna-

    “Ryan,” she snapped, her voice breaking halfway through. “I don’t know why you’re so calm about this, but do you even realize what just happened? Dad and Mom caught us having sex! And now you’re acting like you want to have a bath with me?!”

    I tilted my head, letting my lips curl into the kind of smirk I knew was making her bflush/bb. /b“Keep arguing, and I’ll bend you over this sink right now band /bmake it worse.

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    Her mouth fell open, shock shing in her eyes, but the threat bworked/b, she stopped talking, her cheeks bflushing /beven darker. I could tell she was rattled, and honestly, the fact that she still looked so gorgeous when she was mad almost mode me forget the situation.

    We ended up showering together anyway. Or, at least, being in the same space. I had to use every ounce of willpower I had not to take her again right there, with the water running over her skin. By the time we stepped out , the air between us was thick with everything we weren’t saying.

    I dressed quickly, pulling my pants back on, but when I reached for my bshirt/b, I realized it was torn from earlier. With a small sigh, I left her bathroom and headed to my own room to grab something else.

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    When I came back out, I sow her standing in the hallway, fully dressed now but looking pale. She was biting her nails, something I noticed she only did when she was truly nervous, and her body was stiff as if she was bracing for import.

    I walked up to her, reaching for her hand, but she flinched away slightly. Not enough for me to back off, but enough for me to notice.

    “Come on,” I said, taking her hand beven /bthough she tried to pull it back, my grip firm because I wasn’t giving her the choice to hide. “Let’s go exin ourselves.” I held on tight, giving her fingers a quick, reassuring squeeze while leading her toward the living room, my chest feeling like it was about to burst from how bhard /bmy heart was pounding.