Page 179 of Sage Haven
She was right there.
On the edge.
Mine to tip over.
And I held her there, playing with the line between mercy and madness.
And then I stopped.
Pulled away.
Left her aching.
She whimpered, straining beneath me.
“Reich, please,” she breathed.
But I wasn’t done.
I climbed over her, pinning her thighs apart with my hips, ready to take her.
I captured her mouth in a brutal kiss just as I thrusted into her—hard, deep and without any warning.
She cried out, the sound caught in my throat as I swallowed it, drinking it down.
Her body arched, bowed, her back leaving the mattress as she took me in.
She was heaven and hell.
And I was undone.
I moved with her, slow at first, deep and claiming, until the rhythm turned sharp, desperate.
Every gasp a plea.
Every thrust a question.
Every moan an answer.
Her body shook with it, her thighs tightening around my hips, her nails digging into my skin, marking me as hers.
And I let her.
I wanted her to.
Because she was mine and I was hers.
Whether we said it or not, whether we survived it or not.
I held her gaze as I moved faster, harder, chasing the edge with her.
And when she shattered, when her body clenched around me and her cry broke free, wild and wrecked, I followed.
Falling with her.
Into her.
When the shaking subsided and air finally filled our lungs again, I stayed there, still inside her, holding her close.
