Quiet Reign
Slowly, deliberately, he drove himself deep inside her.
Selah’s eyes fluttered shut as a high, broken cry echoed through the quiet study. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as he began a slow, heavy, and devastatingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was a silent vow, a physical manifestation of the promise resting on her left hand. They moved together in a seamless, perfect harmony, completely consumed by the fire they had built, entirely untethered from the rest of the world.