I released her wrists.
Not out of mercy, though she'd certainly earned some but because I needed both hands for what came next.
Her arms dropped immediately, landing on the moss beside her head with the kind of boneless exhaustion that suggested she'd been straining against my grip harder than I'd realized. She didn't try to push me away, didn't attempt to cover herself or regain any of the control I'd systematically stripped from her.
She just lay there, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening with sweat despite the cool air, looking absolutely wrecked.
Perfect.
I grabbed both her thighs, my hands spanning the soft flesh, and pressed them together. Firmly. Creating a tight channel between them while simultaneously caging her against me, eliminating any possibility of escape.
Her eyes widened slightly as understanding dawned, as she realized what I was about to do.
"Soren—"
