The body groaned beneath me as Alina finally broke. Against the aching of her battered frame, she shattered her own rigid self-restraint.
One moment, I was the one in control, maintaining the pace and relishing the sound of her jagged breathing against my spine. The next, the world tilted.
A thought deep inside me wished she was going to flip me over, but instead, she surged upward. I could feel her core muscles coiling, fighting against the pain in her ribs with a desperate strength.
It was a clumsy, straining movement, yet to me, it felt like an earthquake.
She sat up abruptly, her bare breasts slamming against my back. The heat of her skin fused with mine instantly.
I stumbled forward, and my balance slipped. Gasping, my hand flew out to catch myself, finding purchase on the smooth, long muscle of her legs. My fingers dug into her thighs, the only thing keeping me from kissing the sheets.
