Yeah. It fits.
The first step in that direction is sinking my cock deep inside her until the only thing she knows is where she ends and I begin.
I carry her the rest of the way up onto the bed and lay her down, then step back long enough to strip. Button, zipper, shove jeans and boxers down, kick them aside.
Her eyes track the movement, dark and focused and full of heat. She props herself on her elbows, shameless about looking.
“You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?” she mutters, lips quirking. “You’re a public safety hazard.”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” I say, stroking once, slow, just to watch her pupils blow. “Or the one before…”
A flush crawls up her throat, but her gaze doesn’t flinch. “Yeah, well. I’m getting used to the risk.”
I step in closer, letting the head of my cock nudge against the slick heat of her, my hand smoothing over the curve of her ass. She softens under my touch like she always does, body already recognizing mine. The trust there—earned in sweat and bruised lips and the way she fell apart for me—is a punch straight to the chest.
I lift her hips, angle her, slide two fingers through the slick heat between her legs, groaning low. “Jaysus, but you’re soaked for me—”
It’s almost my undoing.
I press the blunt head of my cock to her entrance and force myself to go slow, inch by inch, stretching her, letting her adjust. We’ve already crossed the virgin line back at the cabin; the sharp, guilty shock of that first thrust lives in my muscles now, a warning.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, one hand at her hip, the other braced on the mattress near her ribs.
She pushes back on me, greedy, making a choked sound when I finally bottom out.
We stay like that for a moment, breathing.
Then I move.
Long, steady strokes at first, until her little gasps turn into open-mouthed moans, her body meeting mine, taking me deeper, harder.
“Bran,” she pants.
“Yeah, baby.” I reach around and find her clit with my thumb, circling in time with my thrusts. “You feel that? That’s me. All the way inside you. No space left for anything else.”
Her hand slaps against the headboard for leverage. Her legs tremble where they’re hooked around my hips.
“Come on my cock, Tallulah,” I rasp, holding the edge of my own orgasm back by sheer will. “I want to feel you.”
Her whole body locks up, then shatters, those tight inner muscles milking me, dragging me over with her.
I empty myself into her with a hoarse shout that probably has the neighbors wondering if someone’s dying.
If Kael kills me for this, I think distantly, at least I’ll go out satisfied.
I manage to roll us so I don’t crush her, ending up on my back with her sprawled across my chest. I drape an arm over her, palm covering most of her back when I spread my fingers.
She’s quiet, fingers tracing restless little patterns over my ribs. I can feel her heart racing almost as fast as mine.
“You’re quiet,” I say finally.
She shifts, chin tipping up so she can look at me. “What you said…did you mean that? Or was that just good sex talking?”
“When I said you were mine?” She nods, teeth worrying at her bottom lip.
I hold her gaze. I could lie. Make this lighter. Safer.
“I meant it,” I say instead.
