"The rules are done for today."
He pulled her legs up. Both of them. Her knees against his ribs, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, opening her with the shameless authority of a man who had zero interest in preamble and whose zero interest was shared by the woman underneath him whose hips were already lifting.
She let him. The letting was the thing that still surprised her about herself. She opened for him because her body trusted him before her brain had finished deciding to, and the trust was the most intimate thing she gave him.
He pushed inside her. Slow. Controlled. The control cost him something visible in his jaw, a clenching so severe the muscle jumped, because she was tight and wet and warm and every inch of progress was an inch of sensation so intense his vision went dark at the edges.
