Page 53 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

Chapter forty-four

Sawyer

A s I lie against the earth, my vision goes splotchy around the edges and my hearing fades in and out. I’m boneless. Shapeless. Heavily grounded. Effervescently light.

In the recesses of my consciousness, I recognize that I’m already in subspace.

A place I love. A collection of sensations I crave. An experience I’ve never encountered before I’ve even orgasmed.

Mercer moves my body where he wants it—where I need it.

He’s in control.

His dominance is my sanctuary.

A flood of arousal and a surge of emotion simultaneously flow through me when he drags his crown through my folds.

Tears drip from my eyes. My body tenses and coils.

Then he lines himself up and thrusts hard. As he fills me completely, forcing my body to grind against the earth, I let go of the final fringes of reality and drop into darkness.