Page 217 of Safe Word

And then he shattered me.

His rhythm turned ruthless – merciless, as he chased his own release. No restraint. No hesitation. His hands dug into my hips, leaving behind the ghosts of his touch, his strength, as he drove me over the edge into oblivion.

I was coming violently apart, my body convulsing, the force of it stealing thought, breath, reason.

Dimly, I registered the rumbling against my throat – the sound he made when he was close.

But it was my body that broke first.

Pleasure tore through me. His heated skin muffled my cry. My body betrayed every wall I’d built, shivering as I clenched around him, pulse and breath merging with his until I couldn’t tell where pain ended and worship began.

I fell apart in his arms, while his hips still thrusted, deeper, slower – as if he owned the moment of my undoing.

Suddenly, he dropped me, his hands rough as he pushed me gently downwards, my knees hitting the cold carpet yet again. My thighs pressed together, but the moment was fleeting, because his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me look up, to see the fire scorching him.

‘Mouth.’ The command was low, a shuddered exhale, filled with unspoken demand.

My lips parted, and he gave it to me.

There was no hesitation, no slow build – just raw hunger, relentless and all-consuming. His fingers twisted tighter in my hair. My hands clutched at his thighs, my balance wavering as my body weakened beneath him.

He thrust deep, his groan reverberating through my bones, through the floor beneath me. There was no slow build this time, no teasing. Just raw, overwhelming hunger as he took my mouth the way he had taken the rest of me – without remorse.

My body swayed as my knees weakened beneath me.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me in place as he used me, fucked me, unravelled into me – pure tension and power, all sinew and strength, sweat and heat. A tempest unleashed.

I took him, every inch of him, every ragged breath, every tremor in his muscles as he fought for control. And I would have done more. I would have done everything to taste him again, to hear his breath escape him as he filled me.

‘Eyes on me.’ The command had me snapping my gaze, tears clinging to my lashes, meeting the wildfire in his eyes.

His breathing turned erratic, his body tightening and on the verge of breaking.

The muscles in his arms bunched up as the tremors began. The ink rippled as he slowly lifted his chin and looked into the heavens.

I desperately wanted to push him past that edge.

My hand slid up the inside his thigh, fingers light and teasing, before I cupped him. A slow, measured roll in my palm. His breath halted, his entire frame locking up as a rumble vibrated in his chest, his muscles tensing as if about to break.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he rasped.

His last thrust had his body quaking, and I hummed against him, absorbing the way he shattered when his restraint finally slipped, and his fingers loosened in my hair.

A choked, almost feral sound tore out of him, his body jerking, pleasure overtaking him in a violent, exquisite release as he emptied himself into my mouth.

Thick, salty taste of him leaked down my throat and I relished the taste of him.

His stance turned momentarily unsteady, breath uneven as the last remnants of control bled from him.

For a moment, the air between us hung suspended in ruin. The storm had passed, but the unrest remained.

Then his fist clenched once more.

He tilted my head up, his gaze dark, possessive. ‘Swallow. All of it.’

I did.

My pulse thrummed as his eyes tracked the motions on the line of my neck, watching, waiting.