Impatient now, he grabbed her hips and dragged her on top of him. Reaching up, he closed her hands over the lip of the headboard. She understood his game when his erection prodded at her. It was her turn to ride, with her breasts in his face.

She shifted forward and then down until he was nudging at her entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet already,” he murmured against her breast. He gave a small, teasing thrust, and she purred when the first inch slid into place.

It was a long, slow slide that had him sheathed inside her.

Their dishes clinked as body weight shifted.

“Ride,” he commanded, switching his attention back to the other breast. He gave her an encouraging slap on the ass. She began to move. A slow, steady rock that felt impossibly decadent. His thighs were rock hard beneath her, skin so warm against her.

But slow didn’t feel like enough for her. And judging from the grip he had on her hips, Silas wanted speed, too.

Squeezing her thighs against him, she rode faster. His head came off the pillow, and he murmured unintelligible, erotic promises against her flesh. She felt too damn much. Overwhelmed by physical sensations, swamped by feelings and wonder and need.

She moved. She rode. She took until finally he grabbed her hips and held her still, buried to the hilt. Then, on a low growl, he began to pump his hips into her, fast and hard. She could only hold on and take. Her fingers cramped against the wood of the headboard.

But it was building. Building. Building.

A golden glow was melting into the cracks.

Harder. Deeper. Faster. She was at his mercy, and he hammered into her.

Maggie was breaking apart. More pieces. More shards. But that glow was putting them back together. Making them stronger, more beautiful.

It hit her like a sucker punch from a rogue wave. He rode her into the vortex where there was no air, no light. Only release.

Her thighs gripped him as she met her climax.

He jackknifed up, wrapping his arms around her and finding his own climax. He grunted softly, and his body tensed, stilled, and she felt him come inside her. Her own orgasm reincarnated. She let out a broken gasp as he pulled her hips down, held her there. They bucked and ground against each other, riding out each crest.

His breath was hot on her skin, his arms like steel banded around her.

He gave so much of himself to her like this. Taking on her needs. Doing whatever it took to make her happy. How could she walk away from this? How could she move on, knowing this was what she was leaving behind?

Finally, Silas relaxed beneath her, and together they collapsed on the mattress. “I’m never going to be able to eat pie without getting a hard-on again. Family meals are going to be so awkward.”