Page 70 of Rampage

The new angle is devastating, hitting something deep inside that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I'm still sensitive from my first orgasm, every nerve ending raw and exposed. The pleasure builds so quickly it's almost painful, too much and not enough all at once.

"Reid, I can't—" I gasp, my back arching off the bed.

"You can," he insists, one hand pinning my hip while the other finds my breast, thumb circling my nipple. "Give me everything, Lily. All of you."

His rhythm turns relentless, each thrust deeper than the last. The room spins around me as pressure builds impossibly fast. When he leans down to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss, the slight change in angle sends me hurtling over again, this time with such force that darkness clouds my vision. I'm vaguely aware of crying out, of my nails scoring lines down his back, of my body clenching around him so tightly it pulls his own release from him.

For several heartbeats, I float somewhere between consciousness and oblivion, pleasure so intense it's almost transcendent. Reid's weight anchors me to reality as he collapses beside me, gathering my limp body against his chest.

"Breathe, sweetheart," he murmurs against my temple, his hand stroking gently down my spine. "Come back to me."

I drag in a shuddering breath, my entire body trembling in the aftermath. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming emotional release.

"That's it," Reid encourages, brushing damp hair from my forehead. "You're safe. I've got you."

Gradually, the world comes back into focus. Reid's heartbeat thunders beneath my ear, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His skin is slick with sweat, his arms secure around me.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice rough with concern. "Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head, unable to form words yet. The intensity of what just happened, both physically and emotionally, has left me speechless. Instead, I press closer, burying my face against his neck.

"My brave girl," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my hair. "So perfect for me."

We lie tangled together as our breathing slows, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my back. The tenderness of his touch after such raw passion makes my heart ache with emotions too complex to name.

"I've never felt—" The words catch in my throat as Reid's expression darkens, something primal flickering across his features.

He is intense, his hand going between my legs and cupping me possessively. The heat of his palm against my still sensitive flesh makes me gasp, my body arching instinctively into his touch.

"Mine," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. His fingers apply just enough pressure to make me whimper, not moving, just claiming. Owning. "Say it again."

"Yours," I breathe, the word more air than sound as his thumb begins a slow, deliberate circle. "Only yours, Reid."

His eyes hold mine captive, blue flames burning with possession and something deeper. The hand between my legs remains steady, commanding my body's response.

"No one else touches you here," he says, applying more pressure, drawing a moan from my throat. "No one else sees you like this. No one else makes you feel this way."

"No one," I agree, my voice breaking as his fingers begin to move with purpose now. "Only you."

He leans down, his lips brushing my ear as his hand works between my thighs. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you forget anyone else ever touched you," he promises, the words sending shivers down my spine. "Until the only hands you remember on your body are mine."

My hips buck against his palm, seeking more, but he holds me firmly in place with his other hand on my hip.

"Please," I whimper, clutching at his shoulders.

"Patience," he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. "We have all night. All of tomorrow. The rest of our lives."

The rest of our lives. The promise in those words, combined with the pressure between my legs, pushes me toward another orgasm. Reid watches my face with fierce concentration, learning exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild.

"That's it," he encourages as my breathing quickens. "Let go for me, Lily. Show me how good I make you feel."

When my release claims me this time, it's gentler but no less profound. I shatter against his hand, his name a prayer on my lips as waves of pleasure wash through me.

Reid gathers me close afterward, cradling me against his chest as if I'm something precious. His heartbeat thunders beneath my ear, strong and steady.

"You're amazing," he whispers against my hair, his voice tender now, all the fierce possession gentled into something equally powerful but softer.

I smile against his skin, content to exist in this moment, in the circle of his arms where nothing can touch me. The world outside with its dangers and threats feels distant, unimportant.

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