Max smiled, a dark, beautiful expression. He guided her until she was sitting over him, his hands steadying her hips. "You're in control, Ruby," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers as he guided her through the final barrier between them.
Ruby let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the overwhelming sensation of him. Her mind, which had been racing with revenge plots all day, finally went quiet. Max lost the last of his composure, reaching up to pull her down into a searing kiss.
Ruby was still figuring out the rhythm, still learning the language of his body, but the tension in the room had reached a breaking point. Max took the lead, his hands moving with a possessive heat, turning the day's victory into a private celebration of the only thing they had left that was pure.
