We both sigh gratefully, but the peace doesn’t last long before I slam into her and force her neck closer to the jagged blade of the saw. Skye’s gasp is one of terror and pleasure as she clenches around me. I don’t slow down, pumping into her continuously as her head hovers over the viciously sharp tool. With each pass, she shudders beneath me. My hold on her remains firm, keeping her throat angled upward and steadily positioned several inches above it.
