"I've taken so much from you," he says, voice rough with emotion. "Tonight I want to give."
"Then give."
He starts at my forehead, lips barely brushing skin. Kisses each eyelid, making them flutter closed. My cheeks, the tears that have started leaking without my permission.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I never thought I'd have this." My voice cracks. "Someone who knows everything and stays anyway."
"I'm not going anywhere. Ever." Another kiss, this one on my nose, making me almost smile. "You're stuck with me."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
His mouth trails lower, finding that spot where my pulse races in my throat. Not biting or claiming like before, just feeling my heartbeat against his lips. His hands map my body with reverence, like he's memorizing me by touch alone.
When his mouth finds my breast, I arch off the bed. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His hand finds my other breast, thumb and finger rolling my nipple until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Please," I whimper. "Alexei, please…"
"Shh," he murmurs against my skin, kissing down my stomach. "Let me worship you."
He spreads my thighs, and I'm already so wet I can feel it dripping down to the satin sheets. He groans at the sight.
"Perfect," he breathes. "So fucking perfect."
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out. He eats me like a man starving. His tongue traces lazy circles around mymost sensitive flesh as he pushes two fingers deep inside, finding that hidden ridge that sends electric currents racing up my spine and makes my vision blur at the edges.
"I love how wet you get for me," he says against my pussy, the vibration making me clench around his fingers. "Love how you taste, how you sound when you're about to come."
He adds another finger, stretching me, fucking me with them while his tongue works my clit. The pressure builds fast, too fast.
"I'm going to…"
"Come for me," he commands, and I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me, back arching, his name on my lips. He works me through it, drawing it out until I'm shaking and oversensitive.
He crawls back up my body, kissing me deep so I can taste myself on his tongue. His cock presses against my entrance, and we both groan at the contact.
When he enters me, we both stop. Just breathe. Our foreheads touch, sharing air, sharing this moment that feels bigger than both of us. He's so thick, stretching me perfectly, filling me completely.
"Look at me."
I open my eyes to find his already on me, pale grey intense with something that used to be rage and is now something else entirely.
"I see you," he whispers, beginning to move with aching slowness. Each thrust is deep, deliberate, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. "All of you. The weapon. The sister. The girl who made an impossible promise. The woman who survived it all."
"What else do you see?"
"Myself. In you."
He moves so slowly at first, so deep, nothing like the desperate claiming before. This is different. This is worship. Thisis two broken people choosing to be whole together. But then my nails dig into his back, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
"Harder," I beg. "Please, I need…"
He gives me what I need, thrusting deeper, faster, but still with that reverence, that care. His cock hits my cervix with each stroke, that perfect edge of pain that makes everything sharper, better.
