“I’ll never give you up,” she whispered. “Never.”
My hands trembled where they held the sheets, aching to touch her but afraid to break the spell.
Then she moved. Her hips tilted and sank, the rhythm gentle as her body rolled over mine in a cadence that felt like worship. Like a promise.
Every glide of her slick heat over my cock, every drag and roll of her hips made my whole body burn with the kind of pleasure that wasn’t just physical. It was knowing I was hers. Knowing shechoseme.
My hands, once tentative, found her skin with a hunger. I dragged my palms up her thighs, over the curve of her hips, and then higher, until I found the weight of her breasts.
She moaned when I cupped them, and the sound unraveled me.
My thumbs brushed over her nipples, slow at first, then with more intent when she arched into my touch. Her moan was soft and broken and I wanted to hear it again and again.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers, loving the way she trembled above me, her rhythm faltering for just a moment as pleasure flared through her. Her head dropped back, mouth parted in a soundless breath.
“Fuck,” I rasped, hips thrusting up to meet her the next time she sank down.
She gasped, and her eyes snapped open to meet mine.
The sound of it, breathy and desperate, only pushed me further. I thrust again, slow but deeper this time, and her whole body shuddered around me.
“Like that?” I asked, voice thick and low as I did it again, matching the roll of her hips now, giving her the pressure she was chasing.
Her nails bit into my chest as she nodded, breathless. “Yes… Bastian,yes.”
I couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at the edge of my mouth as I thrust up again, and again, timing it with every descent of her body.
She was unraveling on top of me—because of me—and I felt it in every breath, every tightening pulse of her pussy around me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Darling. I don’t think I’ll ever survive this.”
Her laugh broke through the haze, warm and wild and full of everything I never thought I’d deserve.
The wet slap of our bodies echoed in the quiet, the rhythm growing frantic as I matched each grind of her hips with a thrust of my own. Her moans wrapped around me like silk, soft and trembling.
My hands roamed everywhere—her hips, her waist, the slick skin of her ass—like I needed to memorize every curve. But it was her face I kept coming back to. Her flushed cheeks, lips parted in breathless pleasure, eyes heavy with heat and love.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
“Let go for me,” I whispered, my voice rough, nearly broken. “Please, Darling. I want to see you fall apart.”
Kieran’s breath hitched. She rocked harder, faster, her thighs beginning to tremble as she chased the edge of pleasure. I could feel the way her body gripped mine tighter, slick and pulsing around my cock. The friction, the heat, the way she started whispering my name like it was a sacred thing—I felt myself unraveling right there beneath her.
But I held on, just long enough. Long enough to reach between us, my fingers finding the bundle of nerves at her center, slick and swollen. I circled it once, twice, and she gasped, falling forward to brace herself on my chest as her body began to lock up around me.
That was all it took.
She came apart, beautiful and wild.
Head tossed back, mouth open in a cry that might’ve been a prayer, a curse, or my name—I didn’t know. The sight of her coming undone because of me ripped the orgasm from my body.
My spine bowed off the mattress as I buried myself deep with a broken groan, holding her hips still, needing to be as close asphysically possible. My release spilled into her, and I cried out her name like it was the only word that had ever mattered.
We stayed like that, entwined with our breath mingling and our hearts still racing in tandem. Her body slowly relaxed on top of mine, her cheek pressed against my chest, where my heart was still thundering like it hadn’t quite caught up to what had just happened. What we had just become.
Kieran’s fingers traced lazy circles over my ribs, her skin still damp, her hair a wet curtain around us. I could feel the weight of her thoughts building in the silence.
She finally whispered against my skin, her words barely louder than our breath. “Promise me this is forever, Bastian.”
