“I’m not gonna rush this,” he said, voice shaking now too. “But I need to be inside you, baby. Right now.”
Ali nodded, moaning low. “Please.”
Ali braced herself against the bed, her breath coming in shallow waves. Dylan’s hands flexed at her hips, thumbs dragging slow, grounding circles into her skin like he could soothe her and stake his claim all at once.
Then he shifted closer.
She felt the thick press of him at her entrance— hot, hard, already pulsing with restraint.
He slid in with one deep, slow thrust, filling her so completely it punched the air from her lungs. Her fingers fisted the comforter. She swore the earth tilted.
“Fuck,” Dylan groaned, head dropping to her shoulder. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.”
He gave her a second to adjust— hips rocking in shallow rolls, one hand sliding up her back to her shoulder, the other pressing into the curve of her waist. Holding her there. Keeping her.
And then he started to move.
Long, deep strokes. Deliberate. Possessive. Like he was carving his name into her body from the inside out.
Ali moaned, the sound broken and desperate.
“Been dreaming of this pussy for ten fucking years,” he rasped, picking up pace. “And it’s still mine.”
She cried out, body jolting with every thrust, every word.
“You hear me, Ali?” he growled, thrusting deeper. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Gawd—Dyl—”
He reached down and wrapped his hand gently around her throat— not squeezing, just holding. Anchoring her.
“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot at her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
Her head dropped, body clenching around him. She was so close again, the pressure building fast.
“I’m yours,” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper.
Dylan snarled—snarled— and drove into her harder, deeper, making her legs shake.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” she cried out, voice breaking, throat raw. “I’m— oh my gawd— I’m yours, Dylan!”
“That’s right,” he groaned, fucking her harder now, like he was chasing the words down into her soul. “Mine. Always fucking mine.”
Her climax slammed into her like a wave, ripping through her body in hot, shattering pulses. She screamed his name, her entire world narrowing to the feel of him inside her, around her, claiming her.
And then he followed.
With a guttural curse and her name on his lips, Dylan thrust deep one last time, his whole body shaking as he emptied into her, hips grinding, breath wrecked.
Still holding her like something precious.
Like something his.
Dylan didn’t let her go. Not even for a second.
Daylight
