It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, but his strength always took me a little bit by surprise.
I think because—along with so many other things, passion and joy and laughter—he kept it locked away behind his well-cut suit and his cold eyes. And there was nothing quite like being carted around by someone else to make you feel excitingly overpowered.
I clung to his shoulders, my stomach doing roller-coaster swoops, even though I knew he wouldn’t drop me.
He tossed me onto my bed like I was a medieval princess and he was the dark knight come to claim my maidenhead. And then came down on top of me, kissing me hard, his tongue plunging between my lips in happy anticipation of other acts-of-plunging he might be likely to perform.
I sank into s*x—into that warm, thudding place of heart-
