Eve
I was lost.
Completely, utterly lost in him.
Sage had me on my stomach, hips yanked high, face pressed into the pillow as he pounded into me from behind with a force that bordered on brutal. Each thrust slammed deep and relentless, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing loud and obscene in the moonlit room.
It hurt in the most exquisite way—too deep, too hard, stretching me to my limits—but the pain twisted into pleasure so intense it brought tears to my eyes.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, soaking the pillowcase, but I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t.
My fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, clinging desperately as my body rocked forward with every savage drive.
“Harder,” I sobbed, voice broken and raw. “Please… Sage… harder.”
He growled behind me, dark an
