You’re mine, plays like a mantra in my head.
Whatever stands between us—her fear, my past, her children—this connection remains unbroken.
I grab the condom I’d tossed on the bed when we undressed and quickly sheathe myself.
Moving up her body, I position myself between her thighs.
Desire claws at me, urging me to drive into her.
But I resist. I look down on her, our eyes locking.
Only then do I push slowly into her. Fucking hell, the sensation nearly undoes me.
The tight heat of her body welcoming mine feels like coming home.
I groan, struggling for control.
I want to ask her if she feels the same.
Does she recognize how we’re meant to be?
But words fail me as I begin to move.
Each thrust pushes away the emptiness, the loneliness of our separation, and instead reconnects the bond we had. I can’t, I won’t, let her go again.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her fingernails scoring lines down my back, telling me she’s as lost in this moment as I am.
We find our rhythm quickly, our bodies remembering each other.
Her pussy pulses around my dick, and I practically see stars, but I grit my teeth, holding off. I don’t want to come yet. Not until she does.
“Oh, God… Luca…” Her fingernails dig deeper into my back. Her thighs tighten around my hips.
“Come, Elena. Come now, baby.” My own release is teetering on the edge.
She lets out a sharp hitch of breath.
Her body arcs under me.
Her pussy clamps down on my dick like a vise. I’m shot like a rocket into ultimate pleasure.
“Fuck!” I lever up on my hands and drive into her, again, and again, and again as my orgasm rocks through me.
My arms give out. I collapse over her, my breaths ragged as I bury my face in her neck.
Not wanting to crush her, I wrap my arms around her and adjust our bodies, not willing to let her go even as reality seeps back in.
Happiness mingles with uncertainty, especially when Elena’s body tenses next to mine. I can feel the walls rebuilding between us.
I glance at her. Her eyes are open, staring at the ceiling, thoughts clearly racing behind them. She's already slipping away from me.
"Don't.” My voice comes out rougher than I would have liked.
Her gaze flicks to mine, guarded. "Don't what?"
"Don't start thinking about all the reasons this was a mistake." I trace my finger along her collarbone, feeling her pulse jump beneath my touch. "Don't start planning how to push me away again."
She opens her mouth, likely to argue, but I press my finger gently to her lips.
