Our gazes hold for a moment, charged with electric currents that feel otherworldly. Because how could two people have this kind of chemistry, this magnetic pull, on this earth?
“And now . . . you belong to me. To our baby girl.”
His thumb drags over my bottom lip. “In my heart, in my soul, and in every fucking molecule that resides within me, I have always only ever belonged to you, Little Borealis. No one else.”
My mouth finds his then, my hand curving around his neck to pull him closer. I suck his tongue into my mouth, swallowing the groan that rumbles from his chest, thundering through me. Heat barrels inside me, making my nipples pebble behind the fabric of my dress and my pulse rev, kicking my body into overdrive.
Our bodies press together, desperate and certain, as my hips fling forward, seeking the kind of friction and release only he can provide. I need more. So much more.
While he had to be careful about how rough he could be with me throughout the pregnancy and as I healed postpartum, we’ve now gotten back into the normal swing of things. Just last night, Patton tied my wrists to the bed in our hotel room while he fucked me so hard, I forgot my own name.
His hands curl over the backs of my thighs and suddenly, I’m airborne, pressed against him as he carries me to the hood of his car.
My chest heaves as my ass lands on the warm metal. My knees fall open, inviting him closer, as I brace my hands behind me to steady myself.
Patton moves forward, his dark gaze trailing down my body. “You have two options. My tongue or my dick. Which one is it going to be?”
A frustrated sound tumbles out of me, making him chuckle. “I can only choose one?”
“For now, baby.”
“Ugh, fine,” I say, reaching out for him until he’s finally in my arms. I reach down to cup his erection, heavy and throbbing between my thighs. “I want this.”
I fumble with the buckle of his belt before he takes over, rising only to unbuckle himself and lower his pants and boxer-briefs.
I watch his long length bob against his abs, his tip already glistening with pre-cum. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, and Patton’s nostrils flare.
“Fuck. There is nothing sexier than seeing you salivate for my cock.”
His fingers yank off my panties, and a needy whimper unfurls on my lips. “Patton, God, I want you so much.”
And just as soon as those words leave my mouth, I’m being tugged down the hood of his car until he’s situated between my folds. He guides his tip through my slickness, mixing our juices, before he inches himself inside.
“I love being inside you, filling you until you can barely breathe.” His fingers trail down my stomach, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit. “I love the way your body always invites me in.”
“Please,” I say, panting. “I need you inside me right this second.”
Patton grasps my hip, our matching bracelets glinting in the dimming light, before he pushes inside me with a rough groan. For a second, all my breath leaves my lungs before I feel him start to move.
My arms stay locked behind me, keeping me upright as he fucks me hard and fast on the hood of his Corvette, thrusting so deep, my head rolls back. I mewl with each deliberate and punishing stroke, wondering if I’ll ever catch my breath.
He releases one side of my hip before his hand curves around my neck, squeezing just the way I’ve always loved. “I love you.”
I melt, closing my eyes before crossing my ankles behind him. “I know.”
His hips thrust harder, and I get closer.
Closer to the infinite sky. Closer to our forever and ever. Closer to shattering only in the way this man can make me.
Patton’s hand slides to the back of my neck, his hips continuing their assault against mine, before he melds our lips together. He kisses me as hard as he fucks me.
“We were written right under this sky, weren’t we, Little Borealis?”
My body rocks and my hair sways behind me as I look up at the dusky sky, painted with hues of orange and pink. Distant stars sparkle through the haze like diamonds embedded on silk.
It’s not the same as the night we watched the Aurora Borealis glittering like magical dust scattered across the heavens, but it’s breathtaking all the same.
Because I’m with the boy I loved first.
