Her heat surrounds me, and a connection snaps into place. Every time we’ve had sex, it’s been incredible, but this time is beyond. I’m wrecked for any other woman.
She sets the pace, rocking her hips in a slow, steady dance. And this is the Luna I fell in love with. The one who’s not afraid to take control. She can be everything all at once. Soft and vulnerable, but still powerful and in charge.
I want her to come with me, so I reach between us to circle her clit.
She moans. “A little softer.”
I adjust the pressure, and her breath comes faster, matching the rhythm of her hips. I switch back and forth, lavishing each breast with licks and nibbles.
“Yes, yes. Right there.”
The pressure builds, igniting a spark at the base of my spine, and I increase the tempo of my circles trying to bring her along with me because I’m not going to last.
“Yes, holy shit. Right there.” She’s keening, pleading as my dick hardens, and the pressure builds.
Sparks fly, and the world falls away as I come undone. She screams, and the hit of pain intensifies the pleasure as her teeth sink into my shoulder. My cock shudders as her muscles squeeze it in rhythmic pulses.
“I love you,” I say, voice in tatters.
We sit there frozen for a moment, gasping and shuddering before my loose muscles give out and I collapse onto the bed, taking her with me.
Her head rests against my chest. One of her legs is slung over mine. The sheet’s twisted somewhere near the foot of the bed, but neither of us moves to fix it.
My heart’s still trying to recalibrate. Because what just happened doesn’t feel like something that can be filed under just sex. It wasn’t even just connection.
It was everything.
Her fingers trace lazy patterns along the dip beneath my collarbone. She repeats the pattern over and over, like she’s doodling across my chest without realizing.
“I meant what I said,” I murmur, voice rough from overuse.
“That you love me?” she asks, lifting her head, lips tugging into a grin. “Yeah, I caught that part.”
I shift, tightening my arm around her waist. “That, and the part where I’d humiliate myself in public again if you ever ask me to.”
She arches a brow. “You offering to do the worm at the next charity event?”
“Please don’t put that idea in JJ’s head.”
She snorts. Then falls quiet.
Her eyes find mine again, and something inside them softens. “You okay?” she asks.
I nod. “I’m okay.”
And I am.
For the first time in months, maybe longer, the ache in my chest has eased. The static in my brain has quieted. Not disappeared, but muted, edged out by the weight of her in my arms and the way she’s looking at me like I’m not broken. Like I’m perfect. Even though we both know that’s far from the truth. But I’m working on it. I’m working on myself.
She tucks her chin into the crook of my neck. “You’re mine now, Golden Boy.”
I smile into her hair, inhaling. “You’ve had me from the moment you laughed at me while you made me clean Freddy’s cage.”
She lets out a soft, pleased noise and shifts closer, practically curled into my ribcage. And then thump. Something lands on the bed with the subtlety of a wrecking ball.
“What the…?” I flinch hard enough to jostle us both.
A furry blur leaps over my thighs and plants itself squarely between us as if this bed belongs to him. Tail flicking. Judging.
