Page 80 of Rampage

"Please," I beg, my voice breaking.

"Please what?" His fingers replace his mouth, circling with maddening slowness.

"Please let me come."

His eyes meet mine, dark with desire and something more primal. "Good girl. Now."

Permission granted, I shatter instantly, waves of pleasure crashing through me as he works me through it. Before I can recover, he's moving up my body, positioning himself at my entrance.

"Again," he demands, sliding into me with one powerful thrust that steals my breath. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my throat to his mouth. "You're going to come for me again. And again after that."

He sets a relentless pace, angling his hips to hit exactly where I need him. His other hand slides between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring accuracy.

"Reid," I gasp as another orgasm builds impossibly fast.

"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm never faltering. "Let go. Give it to me."

The second climax hits harder than the first, drawing a cry from my throat that Reid captures with his mouth. He swallows my sounds, his kiss deep and possessive as my body pulses around him.

When he finally breaks the kiss, his expression is dark with satisfaction. "One more," he insists, flipping us suddenly so I'm straddling him.

"I can't," I protest weakly, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.

His hands grip my hips, guiding me into a slow, grinding motion that makes stars dance behind my eyelids. "You can. And you will."

The position gives him even deeper access, and the control in his voice, the absolute certainty that my body will obey him, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. His thumb finds my center again, circling as he guides my movements.

"That's it," he growls, watching my face as I build toward that impossible third peak. "So beautiful like this. Mine."

The possessiveness in his voice pushes me over the edge one final time, my body clenching around him as I cry out his name. The sight of me coming undone triggers his own release, his powerful body tensing beneath mine as he finds his completion with a deep groan.

I collapse against his chest, both of us breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as our heartbeats gradually slow.

"Good morning to you too," I murmur against his neck, drawing a low chuckle from him.

"Thought you could use some relaxation before your appointment," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

We shower together, he washes my hair, his touch reverent as soap glides over my skin. The tenderness after such intensity is signature Reid, fierce and demanding in passion, impossibly gentle in care.

By the time we're dressed and having coffee, it's nearly time to leave. Reid watches me over the rim of his mug, eyes assessing.

"You still okay with this?" he asks.

I nod, fingering the locket from Eleanor that hasn't left my neck since she gave it to me. "I need to do this. For me."

The drive to Dr. Levine's office is quiet, Reid's hand steady on my knee. The building is unassuming, a converted Victorian house with a discreet sign identifying it as a counseling center.

"I'll be right here when you're done," Reid promises as we park. "Ninety minutes. You can do this."

I take a deep breath, gathering courage from his certainty. "I know."

He kisses me softly before I exit the car, his eyes full of pride. "My brave girl."

The waiting room is warm and inviting—soft colors, comfortable chairs, nature photography on the walls. The receptionist smiles kindly as I check in, offering water or tea.

When Dr. Levine emerges to greet me, she's nothing like I expected. Younger than I imagined, with curly hair pulled back in a messy bun and bright yellow glasses that should look ridiculous but somehow suit her perfectly.

"Lily," she says warmly, extending her hand. "I'm Sara Levine. I'm so glad you're here."