Augustus rolled toward me, his hand sliding up my thigh.
"Again?"
I nodded before he'd finished asking.
This time, there was no hesitation.
He pulled me on top of him, hands gripping my hips as I sank down slowly. The stretch still burned, but the pain had dulled into something bearable, something almost pleasurable.
I moved experimentally, and Augustus's fingers dug into my skin.
"Juliette—"
I braced my hands on his chest and found my rhythm, watching his face contort with pleasure. This Augustus—unguarded, desperate, completely at my mercy—
I wanted him like this forever.
His hips thrust up to meet mine, and I gasped, pleasure sparking through me. The angle hit differently, deeper, and I chased that sensation, moving faster.
"That's it," he groaned. "Take what you need."
I did.
I rode him until my thighs trembled, until pleasure coiled tight and finally, finally crested in waves that left me shaking.
