Every thrust felt like a claim, a reminder that despite the ghosts of the past or the mysteries of the night, she was here, in his bed, under his touch.
Ruby felt her senses peaking again, the friction building faster this time, more explosive. She hooked her leg back, trying to get closer, trying to take even more of him.
Max let out a ragged growl, his grip on her hands tightening until their knuckles were white. He wasn't just making love to her, he was erasing everything else from her mind. The dress, the booties, the woman in the veil, it all burned away in the fire he was stoking.
As the final wave broke over them, Max pulled her back against him, his chest heaving. They collapsed into the tangle of sheets, Limbs intertwined, their skin slick and glowing in the fading moonlight.
"Round two," Max breathed, his voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. He pulled the duvet over them, tucking her head under his chin. "But as I said... the night is still young."
