I stare at the bracelet in my palm, simple and honest and so utterlyhim, it makes my heart ache.
Then I look up at him, and I know.
I’ll wear this until the cord frays and the wood fades and the air wears it down to nothing. And even then, I’ll still feel the weight of it on my wrist.
Of him.
Of us.
“Put it on me,” I whisper.
He does.
And when his fingers brush my wrist, I swear I’ve never felt more claimed.
“You’re something else, you know that?” His other hand brushes a stray hair from my cheek, tucks it behind my ear.
“Is that your way of saying I looked hot in my avocado mask?” I tease, voice wobbling a little.
His smile is slow. “You looked like the woman I’m falling for.”
My breath catches.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he continues, voice low, reverent. “But it did. Every version of you—Textually Frustrated, fierce strategist, absolute menace with a razor sharp tongue… you undid me. Completely.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Then let me put you back together.”
He kisses me like we’ve got forever. It’s soft at first. Sweet. But soul deep. This kiss says thank you. It says I’m here. And it’s going to stay.
He lifts me gently, carries me to the edge of the bed where the world narrows to the sound of our breathing and the hush of linen.
Our clothes fall away like whispers, one by one, until there’s nothing between us but skin and truth.
His touch is slow. Devoted. Like he’s trying to touch every freckle, hear every gasp, feel every heartbeat.
Nolan’s fingers slip through my slick heat, teasing and strokinguntil I’m trembling with need then he pushes two fingers inside, filling me with a slow thrust that steals my breath. “So ready for me, aren’t you baby?”
A soft moan escapes my lips, encouraging him further as he skillfully twists his fingers, each movement deliberate and tender, creating a sweet symphony of pleasure within me.
The tension mounts, each pump amplifying the quickening pulse that beats persistently at my core. My eyes lock onto his, silently pleading for the exchange of his fingers for the hard, urgent presence of his cock.
When he kisses me, his tongue pushes past my lips, invades my mouth, delving with relentless force, exploring every corner with deep, fervent thrusts that leave me breathless.
“Please, Nolan, I need your cock inside me.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he palms one of my breasts, leans down to take my pebbled nipple into his mouth and I hiss at the delicious contact.
Nolan moves to settle between my legs, finally pushing into me after a beat. We move together in a rhythm, soft moans blending with murmured promises. Hands explore. Eyes lock. He kisses my temple. My throat. My nipples. The spot just below my ear that makes me shiver.
My legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, deeper.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And I believe him.
Ifeelhim.
Inside and around me.Anchoringme.
