Page 102 of Saving Grace

The elation flooding me at those words is overwhelming. “I don’t want you to. Break me, Mackinlay. Don’t you dare be gentle.”

With a long stroke of his tongue, he pushes to his feet and grabs me up, his mouth crashing to mine. He tastes like me—it sends me higher. I grab his hand and shove it back to where I want it. His fingers sink inside me a heartbeat later. I moan, arching into him. Fuck.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, so damn tight.”

“Fuck me, Mackinlay. Now.”

Pulling his fingers out, I send them straight to my mouth, sucking them clean. Sucking them so hard, my cheeks hollowout. His other hand slams down beside me, rattling the jars. His tip nudges my entrance. I hold his gaze. He pushes in. The stretch makes my mouth water. He gives me another inch. It’s not enough. It’s too slow. Too controlled. I sit up and let a hand wander between us, fondling his balls. “This is the last time I’m asking, soldier. Ruin me.”

“Gracie, you sure?”

“Yes,” I rasp. “I want it all. I trust you. Can you do that for me?”

He closes his eyes, still only just inside me. His hands rest at his sides for a few breaths. When his eyes open, the man standing before me is transformed. Hungry.

Wild.

Savage.

I know the second our eyes lock that this is the version of him I am going to want for the rest of my days. I lean back on the table, elbows propping me up. “Do it. I know you want to.”

His hand wraps around my throat as he slams into me. So fucking deep. The other slaps my legs wider. He pulls out and slams in again. Sinking deeper. I’m impossibly wet. Every feral sound he makes driving me more and more insane, I meet him with every thrust. The table rocks, hitting the wall. He tilts his hips up and drives in again with a husky growl. I slump, back and head meeting the hard wooden surface. Feeling too much. I’m losing control a little more with every move he makes.

He leans over, slamming his hands beside my head. Eyes burning into mine, he mouths something I can’t place before snapping his head down. Teeth sink into the side of my breast. I cry out. The sting. The pleasure building in my core. The contrast sends me spiraling. I claw at him as he picks up his unrelenting pace. The table hits the wall with savage force. Jars of paint and water pots scatter to the floor.

“Fuck me, Grace. The strongest fuckin’ woman I’ve ever known. You’ve met me at every milestone. Braved the world in the worst way possible. And this is what you give me. Strong doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

His lips close over my nipple. This time, his tongue flicks around the hardened peak, and I whimper, sending my hands into his hair. Pulling at it as he thrusts harder. My body trembles all over with the current he’s sending through me. I moan past his hand as it closes over my throat again. Straightening up, he thrusts deep. Beautiful agony builds, and I snag his gaze, my hand on his jaw. He knows what this means.

“Not yet, gorgeous.”

I’m scooped up off the table, and he pivots and lowers me to the floor. Making space between us, he falls from my dripping center, leaving me empty. I fucking hate it. Flipping me over, he pushes my head into the cushion. Snatching up my hands, he cuffs them with one of his behind my back. My ass is in the air. My pussy so wet that my need is leaking down my thighs.

I turn my head to find him fisting his cock for a moment. He shoves my legs wider and closes in between my legs. Leaning over, he gathers up my hair in a rough-fisted hold and sinks into me. The angle, the depth sees me cry out. “Fuck, Mackinlay.”

He’s so deep, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and I start. Our souls fused together.

He pistons into me. Keeping me where he wants me, one hand holding my wrists at the small of my back, the other still tight in my hair. I’m putty in his hands. I’m his to control. And I fucking love it. Submissive to this man is not the same as to anyone else. Anything else. The willingness to give yourself over fully to another person. Heart and soul. It’s an act of trust.

It’s . . .

Love.

My breath leaves.

I gasp for more.

Finding none.

Love.

The last thing I thought I would ever find.

And to have found something this deep. This all-consuming and otherworldly... I realize in this moment, watching his face fall apart more and more with every strong thrust into me, my life can’t go anywhere else but in this direction. I have arrived. Found the place I’m meant to be. The heart I am meant to protect.

His.

I swallow past my tightened throat. As if reading my mind, like he does in so many of our moments, he leans down. Releasing my hair and wrists, he pulls me up to my knees, my back to his chest. His hand trails down my stomach as he thunders into me. His breaths all but gone, his body trembling. I turn back and kiss his mouth. Needing to be closer. Wanting to show him this moment meanseverything.

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