Chapter 58

“Aaargh!” she cried out at the pain that seared through her. She felt unbearably full. Danika squeezed her eyes shut and mentally prepared herself for the persistent rough thrusts to come. 

He didn’t move. She was leaning against the table, her body trembling, and he was wedged deep inside her, his hips meeting her body, his hand holding her waist.

Her erratic breathing was in the air, and he seemed to fight himself—his hand clenching and unclenching on her waist showed that. Then he pulled out and stepped back.

 “Get on the bed,” he commanded.

A lash of relief ran through Danika’s body as she stood up. Her shaky legs carried her to the high king-sized, well-arranged bed with a red bedsheet clinging to it. She climbed onto it and gave him her back. Tears prickled the back of her eyes, and she didn’t know why. She blinked quickly to keep them away. 

The bed dipped, and he climbed in behind her. He was still clothed, she noticed, as his