"You have no idea what you do to me. Every time you touch me, I forget who I was before this."
She looks at me through half-lidded eyes, dazed, lips trembling between wanting to speak and not finding the words. And in that look, I see it—the same helplessness I feel. The same surrender.
"You make me feel... so alive, Zach," she manages, barely audible. "Like I could fall apart and still be safe."
Her hands slide up to my neck, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer, deeper. Her nails scrape against my scalp, sending shivers down my spine, and I growl into her mouth, the sound feral, possessive.
I can't get enough of her—her taste, her scent, the way her body moves against mine like she is born to be under me.
"Feel that?" I murmur against her lips, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy through her panties.
She gasps, her hips bucking into my touch, and I press harder, circling her clit with my thumb until she is whimpering, writhing, begging for more. "Feel how fucking wet you are for me?"
"Zach," she breathe, her voice trembling, breaking, "please..."
"Please what, baby?" I tease, nipping at her bottom lip, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to find her slick, swollen folds. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she moans, her hips jerking as my fingers slide into her, hot and tight and fucking perfect. "I want you. All of you."
"You've got me," I growl, my voice thick with need, my cock throbbing like a goddamn drumbeat. "You've fucking got me, Caroline."
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, squeezing them tight, and I fucking lost it.
I rip her panties off, tossing them aside, and position myself between her legs. I grab a condom from the nightstand, tear open the packet, and roll it on. Then I position myself at her entrance.
She is so fucking wet, so ready, and when I push into her, she screams my name, her body trembling as she takes every inch of me.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper. Her nails rake down my back, and I groan, the pain only fueling the fire burning inside me.
Her pussy is tight, so fucking tight, and every time I pull out, she whimpers, like she can't stand to be empty.
"You feel that?" I growl, my thrusts rough, relentless, each one driving her closer to the edge.
"You feel how fucking deep I am inside you?"
"Yes," she moans, her head thrashing against the pillow, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. "Yes, Zach, yes..."
I move with her, guided by instinct, by the rhythm of our breathing, by the tiny, broken sounds she tries to hide. My thoughts are a blur, my heart a thunderstorm. All I can think is don't stop. Don't ever stop.
"Zach...oh my—"
"Caroline..." Her name leaves my lips in a rasp. "You have no idea what you do to me."
I rest my hand over her heart, feeling it race beneath my palm. "Right here," I whisper. "You feel that? That's me. That's what you do to me."
Her breath stutters, her hands clutching at my shoulders as though she's trying to hold on to something too big to contain. The air between us vibrates with it—this ache, this need, this unspoken truth that's always been there, waiting to break free.
"I can feel you," I whisper, voice breaking. "Every heartbeat. Every breath. You're inside me just as much as I am inside you."
And when she looks at me again—eyes shining, lips trembling—it feels like everything inside me finally gives in. Like the world's been holding its breath and just let go.
God, I'm losing myself. And I don't even care.
I fuck her harder, faster, my hips slamming into hers, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that is primal, feral. Her moans turned to screams, her slick folds are clenching around me like a vice, and I know she is close.
So fucking close.
"Come for me, baby," I tell her, my voice rough, commanding. "Come on my cock."
