Page 58 of Craved By the Mountain Man

The room fills with the sound of our breathing, the bed moving beneath us, skin meeting skin as his control finally gives way.

I love it.

I love knowing I did this to him.

That Gavin, who seems capable of controlling absolutely everything, is losing that control inside me.

His hand slides between our bodies.

The first touch against my clit makes me jerk.

“Gavin.”

“I know.”

His fingers circle firmly while he keeps moving inside me, and the pleasure climbs so quickly my breath catches.

I bury my fingers in his hair.

“Right there.”

His forehead drops against mine.

“Here?”

He changes the pressure.

My entire body shudders.

“Yes.”

His mouth curves.

“Good.”

The rhythm of his hips turns harder, more demanding, while his fingers keep working the spot that is already threatening to undo me.

I cannot decide where to focus, on the fullness of him, the friction, his hand between us, or the rough sounds he makes against my neck every time my body tightens around him.

It is too much in the best possible way.

“Look at me.”

I force my eyes open.

Gavin is already watching me.

His face is tight with control, silver-gray eyes dark enough that they barely look silver anymore.

“You’re mine,” he says.

The words hit me almost as hard as his body does.

My breath catches.

His fingers keep moving.

“Tell me.”