POV: Jasmine
I did. Goddess help me, I did.
The fear. The pleasure. The way his cock kept me tethered even as the world beneath us threatened to crumble.
Suddenly, the rail gave a sickening lurch. My body jolted forward, only to be wrenched back by Alaric's grip. He growled low in his throat, dragging me against him.
"Stay with me," he commanded, his breath ragged against my ear. "I've got you."
But did he? The rail screamed beneath us, giving another warning that it couldn't take much more.
Then—
No, no no—
A final snap.
The rail shifted.
I gasped, but Alaric was faster. His arms locked around my waist, yanking me against his chest just as the wood beneath us creaked its last protest.
A second later, he was inside me again—holding me up, with his arm wrapped across my neck, fucking me through the chaos like nothing had just happened.
His other hand, which held my hips, began to slide up and down my clit, drawing out what remnant of pleasure there was.
