Page 52 of Fallen Heir

Her body trembled underneath mine—and then she let go.

Let herselffeel.

Let herselfneed.

And I gave her everything.

Her body rocked beneath mine—wild, raw,free. No hesitation now. No walls. Just her. Justus.

I changed the angle, lifting her leg higher along my hip—andfuck, the sound she made.

Savannahcriedout.

Her back arched. Her mouthparted.

And I lost what little control I had left.

I thrust harder, deeper, watching her come apart stroke by stroke. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging like she needed to hold on to something solid as she unraveled beneath me.

“You feel that?” I groaned against her throat, my lips dragging across sweat-slick skin. “That’s me. That’s all me.”

She whimpered, nails biting into my shoulder blades, her entire body trembling.

“Jax—” she gasped, and it was all breath and hunger andheat.

“I know, baby. Iknow,” I growled, my thrusts unrelenting now, punishing in the way she needed—relentless and deep, like I was trying to carve myself into her memory.

She was close again. I could feel it. The way her walls tightened around me, the way her breath hitched at every drive of my hips.

So I gave it to her. Everything I had. Everything Iwas.

I dropped my hand between us, fingers finding that sweet, aching spot—and the second I touched her there, her whole bodysnapped.

Her second climax tore through her like a wildfire—legs shaking, voice breaking, her body going taut as I fucked her through it. She clenched around me so tight, it pulled a curse straight from my mouth.

“Jesus—fuck, Savannah—”

Her name broke from my lips as I finally lost it.

My rhythm stuttered, thrusts growing ragged as I spilled inside her—heat pulsing from me in waves, hips grinding down to meet the end of us both.

We rode it out like that—together—bodies locked, sweat and breath tangled, hearts still slamming like we hadn’t just broken every damn rule we made.

And when I collapsed on top of her, burying my face in her neck, her arms wrapped around me like sheknew.

Like she knew this wasn’t pretend anymore. And that scared the hell out of me.

Because Iwantedher. Not for a night. Not for the arrangement. But forfucking ever.

When it was over, I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not at first.

She lay beneath me, chest heaving, skin flushed and glowing in the faint light spilling across the sheets. Her eyes were still closed, lips parted, like she was afraid to open them and find it had all been a dream.

I knew the feeling.

Slowly, I rolled to the side—careful not to crush her—and slid my arm around her waist.

She stirred, just enough for me to pull her with me, wrapping her around me like armor I didn’t know I needed. Her head settled on my chest, her hand splayed just over my heart, and I swear—if there was ever a moment I believed in peace, it was that one. Like we’d been built for this. Like her body was made to fit mine, even in sleep.