He lost himself in her, burying himself deep in that haven of sheer bliss. He let her sweep him into another place where he wasn’t covered in dirt and shit. Where he was clean and his woman worshiped him. Where he could live free and feel like a man instead of a fucking killer with blood on his hands. She gave him that.

She held him to her, wrapped him up, he felt that gift even when she was consuming him, the fire raging hotter than it ever had. He could hear the little noises she made in her throat. Frantic. Sobbing his name. Music. Sweet. Sexy. He stared down into her face even as he increased the brutal thrusts. Savage now. He couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t bury himself deep enough. Rocking both of them.

He felt her building. Coiling. Her sheath gripped hard. Clamped down. “Wait,” he hissed. “You wait for me.”

“I can’t, honey,” she gasped.

“Damn it, fucking wait,” he growled, increasing the pace, slamming harder. Giving himself up to her. Burning from the inside out.

Her fingers dug deep, but she held on for him. Fought back the tsunami as it built and built. He felt it then, coming at both of them, a tidal wave, throwing them both high, consuming them, burning him clean, so clean he didn’t recognize himself. She did that to him, turned him inside out until he was in pieces scattered at her feet.

He buried his face in her neck, his teeth in her skin. His heart pounding as the earth moved all around him, shaking him up. Deep inside, where no one could see, he let fear sweep through him. He had lost everything good in his life practically before his life had even started. Now there was Siena. Now there was a priceless gift, a treasure so unexpected and beautiful, he knew if she were taken from him he wouldn’t survive intact.

Her arms went around him, hands sliding down the sheen of sweat on his back. He allowed her legs to drop to the mattress, the action sending ripples of aftershock through both of them. He closed his eyes and breathed in their combined scents, feeling sated. He knew it wouldn’t last long, but with her scent surrounding him and her soft body crushed beneath his, his cock softening inside her heat, he felt content.

“Honey, roll over,” she whispered softly. “You’re squashing me.”