I settle between her knees, spreading her open again with my hands, my thumb brushing her center just lightly enough to make her hips jerk.
“Bryce…” she breathes.
“That’s right,” I mutter, lowering my mouth to her neck while my fingers slide back into her, slow at first, then deeper. “Relax for me.”
She exhales sharply and her body gives, opening for me in a way that makes my restraint feel like it’s being held together by threads.
Another finger joins the first. She gasps. It’s loud and unfiltered.
“Fuck… Bryce…”
“That’s it,” I say against her ear, voice dark and low. “I’m getting you ready for me. I’m not rushing this. I’m going to fill you and you’re going to take every inch.”
Her legs tremble where they frame my waist.
She grabs my shoulder, not to stop me, but because sheneedssomething to hold onto while her body melts under my touch.
Her voice breaks on a whisper. “Please.”
That word hits harder than anything else.
I curl my fingers just right.
Her back arches.
She’s close again, too close, so I slow down, dragging my thumb over her clit in teasing circles, building her up without letting her fall apart.
She whines with actual, unfiltered need, writhing under me.
“You feel that?” I ask, eyes locked on her. “That’s your body begging. Not your logic.”
She shivers, breath catching.
I kiss her, slow and devastating. “And I’m not stopping until you stop pretending you don’t want this as much as I do.”
"You’re insane."
"Only about you."
And then everything disappears into heat, motion, and the kind of inevitability neither of us can outrun.
Her nails rake down my back when I slide inside her. I enter slow, deep, steady enough that she feels every inch. Her breath punches out of her chest. Her thighs tighten around me and her head falls back like she can't even pretend to stay composed.
"Bryce—fuck—"
Her voice cracks and I swear my control snaps with it.
I give her a second, just one, so her body adjusts and she feels all of me. Then I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, and the sound she makes pushes me dangerously close to losing everything.
"Look at me," I breathe against her mouth.
She does.
And it's over, because her eyes aren't guarded now. They're wide and wanting and honest in a way she never lets herself be.
I move again, setting a rhythm that makes her cling to me, gasp, swear, and beg…soft at first, then louder when she stops trying to hold back.
"Bryce, please. Faster."
