When Augustine rose over her, she gasped, breathless. "You will ruin me." She smiled.
"I want to ruin you," he said hoarsely, aligning himself with her. "So I can put you back together. Again and again."
When he entered her, it was slow, deep, achingly intimate. He moved within her like he belonged there. Each thrust sent sparks dancing behind her eyes. When he knew she was close, he pulled back.
Anne looked at him with confusion. Before she could articulate her thoughts, he grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, and leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"You drive me mad every time," he whispered. "And now I'm going to show you what that means."
He pulled her up onto her knees and pushed inside her from behind with a fierce, deep thrust that made her cry out. He didn't wait. He set a punishing rhythm, every movement hard and demanding. One hand gripped her hip while the other slid around to stroke her, pushing her toward the edge again.
