He was on me in seconds. Mouth claiming mine, hands pulling at my clothes, backing me toward the bed.
We stripped each other urgently but silently. Every touch deliberate. Every kiss swallowing the sounds we wanted to make.
He laid me back on the bed, his body covering mine, his weight perfect and grounding.
“You know what you do to me?” he whispered against my neck. “How fuckin’ crazy you make me?”
“Show me.”
He slid into me slowly, both of us gasping at the sensation. Just him and me and nothing between us.
He moved with purpose. Deep, controlled strokes that hit exactly where I needed him. His hand came up to cover my mouth when I started to moan too loud.
“Shh,” he breathed against my ear. “Quiet, baby. Don’t wake him.”
The added challenge made it hotter. Made every sensation more intense. Having to stay silent while he filled me completely. Having to bite back screams while he hit that spot that made me see stars.
“You feel so good,” he groaned quietly. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
His thumb found my clit, circling it while he thrust deeper. Harder. My nails dug into his back, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Come for me,” he commanded in that low, alpha voice. “Come on my dick, Goddess.”
I shattered, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my cry. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and groaning my name into my neck.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us trembling, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“I love you,” he said suddenly. Quietly. Like the words surprised even him.
My heart stopped. “What?”
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes serious. “I love you, Zahara. I know it’s fast. I know it’s crazy. But I do. I love you.”
The words I’d been dying to hear. From a man who didn’t even really know me.
Guilt crashed over me like a wave.
“Prime—”
“You don’t have to say it back. I just needed you to know.” He kissed my forehead. “Everything I’m doing, everything I’m giving you—it’s because I love you. Because I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”
Tears burned my eyes again. “I love you too.”
And I did. God help me, I loved him so much it terrified me.
Even knowing that when the truth came out, I’d lose him.
Even knowing I was living on borrowed time.
Even knowing I was the worst kind of liar.
I loved him.
And that was going to destroy us both.
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PRIME
