Page 50 of Charged By the Razorbacks

Her body tightened again, faster this time, the sensation building too quickly to stop.

“Let go, my love,” Aleksy murmured. “You are so fucking hot when you come.”

She did. She let go.

Her release hit harder this time, deeper, pulling a broken sound from her as she lost herself in it. Jarek followed moments later, his movement tightening as he came apart with her, holding her through it as he roared her name to the room.

Aleksy stayed with her, grounding, steady as everything slowly began to ease.

For a moment—nothing moved.

Just breath. Heat. Presence.

Tamsin lay there, her body humming, her pulse still racing, her skin still too sensitive as everything settled.

She should have been done.

She wasn’t. The heat didn’t fade. It shifted. Deepened.

“You’re not done,” Aleksy said quietly.

Her lips curved slowly. “No. I’m not.”

Aleksy’s hand slid over her thigh, familiar now, confident. “Good,” he murmured. “Because neither am I.”

Jarek shifted somewhere behind them, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the steady presence, but he didn’t move in. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t take.

Aleksy moved over her, his body settling with deliberate care, his hand bracing beside her as his gaze held hers, steady and unwavering.

“Stay with me,” he said, not a command, not forceful—something quieter, something that settled deeper.

She nodded, her breath already uneven. “I am.”

His hand slid higher, over her hip, her waist, mapping her again like he needed to feel it, needed to understand every reaction she gave him. Then, he pushed into her, and she arched her back at the sensations it caused within her. He didn’t rush.

Even when she could feel the heat building too fast, her body already tightening, already anticipating what came next.

“Aleksy—” she started, not even sure what she meant to say.

His mouth found hers before she could finish, the kiss slower than before, deeper, pulling her under instead of pushing her over as he continued to move above her.

Her body reacted instantly, her hands finding him, holding, anchoring as he shifted, as he guided her, as he drew her into it piece by piece.

“Don’t think,” he murmured against her lips. “Just feel it.”

She tried.

But her body was already ahead of her, already opening, already giving in as he moved with that same controlled precision, building instead of taking, drawing her higher in a way that made everything sharper.

More intense.

Her breath broke, her back arching as the sensation spiked, her control slipping faster than she expected. His rhythm deepened, steady and relentless, not rough, not rushed, but intentional in a way that made it impossible to escape, impossible to ignore.

Her hands tightened on him, her body shifting beneath him, matching him, chasing the edge that was already there, already too close.

“Aleksy—” she gasped, her voice breaking as the pressure built higher.

“I’ve got you,” he said.