Page 159 of Sage Haven
Then, without warning—he lifted me effortlessly, his strength unraveling me in ways I wasn’t ready for.
I straddled him, my hips moving instinctively against his.
Chasing friction. Chasing him.
But instead of giving in, instead of letting me rush him, he pulled back.
Control. Again.
He carried me with ease, setting me down onto the table, his body slotting between my thighs as he pinned me there.
Every inch of him pressed against me. Hot. Solid. Torturous.
I swallowed hard, barely able to breathe.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice unsteady.
His lips curled into a smirk. “So many questions.”
His gaze dragged over me, dark and slow, as if drinking me in.
“And never any answers,” I teased, my voice laced with defiance.
That smirk widened.
And then he pulled me in again, mouth claiming mine one last time—a promise, a warning and a surrender all at once.
His hands were everywhere.
Gripping. Teasing. Taking.
Staking his claim with every touch, every kiss and every slow drag of his fingers over my skin.
I arched into him, helpless against the way he unraveled me.
His breath ghosted against my ear, sending a shiver straight through my body.
“You knew this was inevitable, didn’t you?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer.
Not when his lips traced fire down my neck.
Not when I was already too far gone to deny him.
I don’t know how much time passed after that.
I just know that we didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow down.
Didn’t hold back.
We made our way across every surface—every inch of space blurred by heat and need and hunger.
The living room.
The dining table.
