"Come for me," I say.
She does, her whole body tensing as she comes apart.
I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as I come.
The orgasm tears through me and leaves me shaking.
After, I collapse beside her and pull her against me.
We're both sweating and breathing hard.
My hands are still shaking and I clench them into fists.
The old fear stirs, the knowledge that I brought the darkness into this moment.
That edge of anger that was humming under my skin when I fucked her.
I check her face for any sign of fear, any indication that I went too far.
But she's smiling. Her eyes are soft and satisfied.
"You okay?" she asks.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah. That was incredible."
I close my eyes and take a breath. "I wasn't too rough?"
"No, you were perfect."
"I felt the anger earlier, at the clubhouse. I was worried I brought it here."
She sits up and touches my face, makes me look at her.
"Rush, I chose this. I wanted this. You didn't hurt me. You didn't scare me."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Stop overthinking it."
"I'm just?—"
"I know what you're afraid of, but you're not that person. You're controlled even when you're intense. That's what makes you safe."
The words settle something in my chest.
"Thank you," I say quietly.
"For what?"
"For not being afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you, Rush. I'm in love with you."
I pull her down and kiss her, slow and deep.
"I love you too," I say.