Page 214 of Sage Haven
Desperate. Conflicted. Wanting.
“Why aren’t you scared of me?” he rasped.
“Do you want me to be?” I whispered.
“Sage…”
“Reich…”
The corner of his mouth twitched. And I hadn’t seen him smile in days. But there it was. Small. Wrecked.
And it made something inside me feel a little less broken.
He chuckled. Shook his head.
“What?” I asked, watching the way his gaze softened.
“I think I’m in love,” he said quietly. Like a secret.
My pulse skittered and my breath caught. I smirked, arching a brow, “And I think you’ve spent too much time around your brother.”
“Perhaps,” he murmured. But there was something deeper in his voice now.
Something real.
And before I could talk myself out of it, I closed the minimal space between us letting His lips meet mine and then nothing else mattered.
We fell into each other.
Desperate. Breathless. Hands pulling, clothes falling. Until there was nothing left but skin against skin. And the sharp, sweet ache of belonging.
We collapsed to the floor, and he moved over me like he was made for it. Like I was made for him. His fingers slid between my thighs, teasing, testing. Before pressing inside.
A gasp tore from my lips, and he caught it in his mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled.
And I shattered around him. Lost in the heat of us. In the reckless, brutal need of it.
As we lay tangled together, his breath warm against my skin, I whispered, “I think I’m in love too. I think I don’t ever want this to end.”
Reich stirred, his voice rough with sleep and something more.
“You’re thinking too much, wildflower.” He asked.
I met his gaze.
My heart twisting.
Before saying, “But I think we just made everything worse.”
He smirked as he pulled me back into his arms. “Perhaps…or maybe,” he murmured, “we just finally got it right.”
And more than anything—I wanted to believe him.
Because in his arms, the chaos stilled.
The noise in my head faded.
