August grinned slowly and put a hand on my chest.

I grinned back before taking a deep breath, his hand lowering with my chest as I released slowly.

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to kiss me as he pushed inside of me with a single thrust.

Trembling, I wrapped my arms around him as my body re-adjusted to him. There was no pain. Just pure waves of pleasure and desire for more.

“You’re good?”

I nodded quickly, desperate for him to give me more.

“I love how wet you are for me. You feel so good.”

My eyes fluttered open as I skimmed my hands down his back. “So good.” I wished he’d go a little faster.

And harder.

“Move with me, baby, show me how you need me.” The man was intuitive if nothing else.

“How?”

“With your hips. You can guide me to how you want it.”

Lifting my hips, I nudged him and pulled him against me in a slightly faster rhythm. He picked up on it, his thrusts became sharper and quicker.

“More.”

He hesitated.

“You’re not hurting me. I promise.”

He withdrew only to plunge back into me with a groan and my breath hitched as he continued to pump. Burying my face in his neck, I screamed and stopped myself by biting his shoulder.

He cursed, his voice gruff as he moved a free hand into my hair, fisting it as he pumped harder into me, releasing moans and cries of pleasure.

I was on the edge and couldn’t contain myself. I gripped the sheets as an intense pleasure rippled through me

“August,” I screamed before he stilled inside me.

Panting, I shut my eyes and winced with a whimper.

Even through my closed eyes I felt the heat of his glare. It was the longest pause of my entire life before he spoke. “Open your eyes, Harper.” There was an edge to his voice that was anything but seductive or reassuring.

Bravely, I opened them, releasing a breath. “August, I—”

He started to move again, sinking deep into me slowly and deliberately, darkened eyes losing their lust. It could be defined as no more than an empty glare. His skin wasn’t over mine anymore, there was a cold space between us.

He snapped his hips, circling my clit with his thumb, and thrust harder, again and again. Throwing my head back as I felt myself on the verge of another explosive orgasm that was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

“Come for me again,” he rasped.

Those words were my undoing. I gasped but held my screams, emotion clogging up my throat as I came hard again. I pulled at sheets breathlessly as he pounded with demanding strokes that turned jagged before he shuddered over me.