Tipping Over the Edge

I was always the one in control. And I wasn’t ready to give that up.

I began struggling against him. My thighs thudded into the edge of the table, and my hips ground into it as I tried to escape him. Tried to slide away from him.

Before I fully turned and welcomed him as a mate.

There would be no turning back if I did it, this time.

He’ll keep me forever.

He was callous and relentless. He was grunting. Slamming harder and harder into me.

The wood table scraped along the stone beneath it. Swaying slightly with each hard thrust. Rocking and creaking with his movements. Giving him just enough mobility to push forward and then bringing my own weight back to him.

Offering him the next hard entry. Invading the center of my body as he speared into me with such force that I was losing my mind.

All sense of thought was vanishing.

My face was flushing. My hair was prickling. I clawed the table n