"Riley—"
"I mean it. I don't want gentle right now."
Grant's control snapped.
He surged into her in one hard thrust, and Riley cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. They both went still for a heartbeat, adjusting, and then Riley's hips rolled and Grant lost whatever restraint he'd been clinging to.
This wasn't slow. This wasn't sweet. This was raw and desperate and years of want compressed into burning need.
Grant's hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him with each thrust. Riley's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, using the leverage to meet him stroke for stroke.
"Harder," she demanded.
Grant obliged, changing his angle, and Riley's head fell back against the cushions, a moan ripping from her throat.
"Fuck—right there?—"
"Here?" Grant repeated the motion, and Riley's whole body went taut.
"Don't stop don't stop don't stop?—"
He didn't. He couldn't. Riley was making sounds he'd never heard before—desperate, needy, completely undone—and it was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.
Her nails dragged down his back again, probably leaving marks, and Grant didn't care. He'd wear those marks proudly.
"Touch yourself," Grant said roughly.
Riley's eyes widened. "What?"
"You heard me. Touch yourself. I want to watch."
Riley's hand slid between them, and the moment her fingers found what she needed, her whole body shuddered. Grant nearly lost it right there.
"Look at me," he demanded.
Riley's eyes opened, hazy and dark and completely wrecked.
"Don't look away."
"I won't—Grant, I'm so close?—"
"Good. Let me see it. I want to watch you come undone. Say my name."
Riley's movements became frantic, her hips rolling faster, chasing her release. Grant angled deeper, hitting that spot that made her gasp, and Riley came apart with a cry that echoed through the barn.
“Oh my god, Grant! Yes!” she shouted.
“Yes, baby.” Grant could barely contain himself now, watching her, hearing her call out his name. It was heaven.
The sight of her—back arched, mouth open, completely lost in pleasure—shattered Grant's last thread of control. He followed her over with a groan, burying his face in her neck, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting, both trembling, slowly coming back to earth.
"Holy shit," Riley breathed finally.
"Yeah."
"That was?—"
