I let her. I let her breathe, let her cry, let her shake until she was empty. Then, when the silence got too heavy, I asked:
“Do you remember the last night we were together?”
She smiled, eyes puffy but alive. “You mean the night before my father lied to you and told you I rejected you?”
“Yeah. You wore that white dress with the little blue flowers. I couldn’t stop staring at you.”
She flushed. “You kept calling me bluebonnet.”
“You hated it.”
“I loved it,” she admitted. “I just didn’t want you to know.”
I brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “You look even more beautiful now.”
She shook her head, embarrassed. “I look like shit.”
“You look like my mate,” I said, and kissed her forehead.
She went quiet, then: “Do you still want it?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Want what?”
She swallowed, then met my gaze, pupils blown wide. “To claim me. I want you to do it. If you still want me.”
My heart nearly stopped.
I nodded, slow. “You know what that means?”
“It means you’ll never let me go,” she said. “It means I’ll always belong to you. And you to me.”
I stood, lifting her into my arms. She weighed nothing. I carried her to the bedroom, set her down on the edge of the bed, and knelt before her.
“Are you sure?” I asked, voice hoarse.
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
I pulled her onto my lap, her body flush against mine, her curves molding to me like she was made for it. Her lips parted, and I dove in, claiming her mouth with a hunger that had beensimmering for years. Our tongues tangled, hot and slick, and she moaned into me, her hands fisting in my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.
Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard even through the thin fabric of her tank top. I slid a hand underneath, cupping her, feeling the weight of her in my palm. She arched into my touch, her breath hitching as I thumbed her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Fuck, she was soft. Soft and warm and perfect, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Jess,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please.”
I laid her back against the pillow and continued reacquainting myself with her beautiful body. My hand ran down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, until I reached the waistband of my sweats. She lifted her hips, letting me slide them down, and fuck, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My cock throbbed at the sight of her, her pussy glistening, already wet for me.
“You’re so fucking magnificent,” I growled, my hands loving the feel of her. She stared up at me, her eyes dark with need, her lips swollen from my kisses. I kneeled between her legs, spreading her thighs wide, and leaned down to taste her.
Her pussy was sweet and tangy, and I groaned as I licked her, my tongue flattening against her clit. She cried out, her hands knotting in my hair as I ate her like a starving man. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her, making her squirm. Her hips bucked against my face, and I grabbed her thighs, holding her still as I devoured her.
“Oh God, Jess,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Please, please don’t stop.”
I wasn’t planning on it. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she moaned, her body trembling as I worked her. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, dripping wet, and I added a third, stretching her, fucking her with my hand untilshe was begging. I moved my tongue in small circles around her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. My eyes lifted to see the bliss reflected on her face. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her thighs shaking. “Jess, I’m gonna—”
I didn’t let her finish. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she came with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I didn’t stop working her through it until she was whimpering, her body wrung out.
“Jess,” she breathed, her chest heaving. “I need you.”
