As if he had no intention of stopping until he hit the back wall of history and carved his initials there.
She gripped the edge of the table harder.
Wood creaked. Her thighs trembled. Her mouth fell open around a sound that might once have been a theory, but had now degraded into raw, feral punctuation.
When his hips met her backside with the blunt finality of a signature scrawled in wet ink—she whimpered.
“This is what the Big Bang must’ve felt like except… wetter.”
He grunted, hips rocking.
Then he thrust again.
The rhythm picked up—relentless, pounding, primal.
Her thighs quaked.
“Table friction reduces brain function—oh!—and increases—volume—oh my God—of vocal output—TAVISH.”
“Field Observation… 37? No. No numbers. There are no numbers anymore.”
Behind her, Tavish groaned. A long, low, Highland groan that sounded like the end of restraint and the beginning of folklore.
“Ye feel like bloody fire,” he rasped, breath rough against her shoulder.
“That’s combustion,” she managed, delirious. “Pure combustion. Oh Lord, I’ve become my own experiment.”
And then he pulled back and drove back in.
The table shuddered. So did she.
Field Observation 38.0: Repeat impact results in…
She didn’t finish.
She couldn’t.
He was moving now.
And she was already gone.
She went rigid, her toes curling, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure flooded every system, short-circuiting her entire nervous architecture.
She collapsed over the table, trembling and stunned, her forehead damp against the wood, breath hiccupping in uneven gasps.
Every limb pulsed with aftershocks. Her thighs quivered. Her arms ached. Her mind—blessedly blank.
“Field Observation 31.9: There is no recovery protocol for this kind of impact.”
Tavish stilled behind her, hands still at her hips, his length twitching inside her. “That was the warm-up, lass.”
Before she could form a sentence—or locate her soul—he withdrew.
She gasped, body fluttering from the loss.
Then he slid his hands beneath her thighs, and lifted her, effortlessly, cradling her against his chest.
“W-what are you doing?” she rasped.
