C83 EIGHTY-THREE

All night long, Clyde took whatever he wished for, draining Emma until she was quivering. She was out of breath, sucking in oxygen from the little, which didn't seem enough in the room.

Finally, after hours of rummaging, they both collapsed on the bed. Clyde still buried deep in Emma without pulling out. “Emma, you complete my world and I love you so much,” he whispered in her ears