Page 65 of Shatter

I feel the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, a violent, racking explosion that starts in my clit and radiates through every nerve in my body.

I scream, my body shaking with the force of it, my pussy pulsing rhythmically around his tongue and fingers.

It wrecks me.

I collapse back into the pillows, sobbing, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure slowly ebbs away, leaving me raw and exposed.

As I come down from the peak, I become aware of him.

The heat radiates off his body, and as I shift, I feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against my thigh.

He’s rock hard, straining against his pants, his own need evident in the way his breathing is heavy and labored.

Driven by a sudden impulse, a desire to give back, I reach down.

I want to feel him, to touch the part of him that is aching for me.

My hand closes around the bulge of his cock.

Immediately, he catches my wrist.

His grip is gentle, but firm.

He doesn't let me slide my hand further.

He looks me in the eyes, his expression stern but tender.

"No," he rumbles. "Not tonight."

I blink, confused. "But you're so hard..."

"Tonight is only about you," he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Just you."

He removes my hand and moves away, but he doesn't leave.

He doesn't make me feel rejected. He makes me feel cherished.

He reaches for the covers, pulling them up around my shivering frame, tucking me in as if I were something precious and fragile.

Then, he lies down.

But he doesn't get under the covers with me.

He lies on top of the duvet, his heavy weight pressing against the fabric, but not trapping me.

I’m underneath the sheets, and he’s above them.

There’s a barrier between us, a physical reminder that I’m not pinned, I’m not trapped, and I can move away at any second if I need to.

He reaches in and holds me loosely, his arm draped over my waist, his hand resting lightly on my hip.

He doesn't pull me in, he just stays there, a warm, protective presence.

I lie there for a long time, listening to the synchronized beat of our hearts.

The fear from the nightmare is gone, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

For the first time in years, I don't feel like a victim.