I didn’t even have time to catch my breath. My chest was still heaving, my thighs still twitching from the last orgasm when his hands were on me again........hard, determined, almost angry. He yanked me up from the rug like I was nothing, my knees buckling the second I was upright. His grip kept me from collapsing. He didn’t wait for me to steady myself—just threw me onto the couch. My head banged against the armrest. A dull, dizzy knock.

Then he was on me, a predator reclaiming his territory. The brief, almost gentle moment was over. This? This was a storm.

His mouth crashed down on mine, no longer...