“Jessica was always the favorite. The golden child. I was the quiet one. The weird one. The chubby one.”
He lets out a low growl at that, and I smile against his chest.
“They poured everything into her. Money. Time. Praise. And she took everything that was mine.”
I swallow. “Even Steven. Not that I miss him. But she didn’t even want him until he wanted me. And then she made sure I lost him. Like she always did.”
His hand cups the back of my head, grounding me. I feel his breath at my temple.
“You didn’t lose anything. You were never meant for him.”
I nod. “Still stings, though.”
“She won’t take anything else from you. Not while I’m breathing.”
That should sound like a threat. But from him, it feels like a vow.
I shift, angling my body so I can see him again. My hand moves across his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing.
“I’m glad you came for me.”
His gaze darkens. “I’d do it again. A thousand times.”
I lift my face to his. Our lips meet again.
Slow. Soft.
But it doesn’t stay soft.
He rolls us until I’m beneath him. His weight presses into me, warm and heavy andsafe. I spread my legs instinctively, wrapping them around his hips.
“You sure?” he asks again, voice gravel and thunder. “Wanna go again?”
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
His kiss steals the air from my lungs.
He moves slower this time. Worshipful. Every kiss, every touch, feels like a promise. His hands roam my curves like he’s learning them by heart. Like every inch of me is something sacred.
He kisses my throat. My collarbone. The curve of my breast. I arch into him, desperate for more.
His fingers slide between us, finding me already wet, already aching.
“So ready for me,” he growls.
“Always,” I pant.
He slides his big cock inside me with reverence.
Slow. Deep.
Claiming every part of me.
I gasp, clutching his back, nails digging in.
He moves like he has all the time in the world. Like he wants to make me feeleverything.
His mouth finds mine again. Our tongues slide together. Our hips move in perfect rhythm. I’m losing myself in him. Inthis.
