“Come.” I pump my fingers faster, suck her clit hard. “Come on my face, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
She shatters with a scream that probably carries to the living room.
Her whole body convulses, clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. Slick gushes onto my hand, my chin, dripping down my wrist. I work her through it, gentling only when she starts to shake from overstimulation.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “So good for me. So beautiful when you come.”
“Bed.” Her voice is wrecked. “Bed, now, need you inside me...”
I stand and lift her in one motion. She wraps around me automatically, and I carry her to the bed, laying her down on the pillows. She’s flushed from her chest to her hairline, her eyes glazed, her thighs still trembling.
Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I strip off my jeans and boxers, and her eyes go wide when my cock springs free. I’m hard as steel, aching, the tip already slick with precum.
“Oh.” She licks her lips. “You’re...”
“All for you.” I climb over her, settling between her spread thighs. “Every inch.”
I notch myself at her entrance and pause. She’s so slick, so ready. I could slide in with one thrust. But I want to savor this. Want to remember every second of the first time I’m inside my omega.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
Her eyes meet mine. Lavender-citrus and dark chocolate-amber mingling in the air between us.
“I love you,” I say. “I’ve loved you since the night you walked into my bar with your color-coded binder and your impossible deadlines. I’ve loved you through every stressed-out rant, every event crisis, every moment you were too scared to let me in.”
“Milo...” Tears spill down her temples.
“I’m going to bond you now. Going to knot you and bite you and make you mine forever.” I press forward, just the tip. She gasps. “And I need you to know, this isn’t just instinct. This is me, choosing you. Always.”
“Yes.” Her eyes are wet, emotion breaking through. “Yes, please, I need... need you inside me...”
I push in slowly.
Inch by inch. Letting her feel every bit of me. Her mouth falls open, her eyes fluttering, and the sounds she makes. Fuck. Little gasps and moans and broken fragments of my name.
“So tight,” I groan when I’m halfway in. “God, Tessa. So fucking tight. Can feel you squeezing me.”
“More.” She’s clutching my shoulders, her nails digging in. “More, please, need all of you...”
I thrust the rest of the way in, and we both cry out.
She’s clenching around me like a vice, so hot and slick and perfect I can barely breathe. I hold still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around my cock.
“Okay?” I manage.
“So full.” Her voice is awed, broken. “You’re so deep. Can feel you everywhere.”
“Yeah?” I pull back slowly, then thrust in hard. She screams. “Feel that?”
“Yes... yes... more... please...”
I start to move. Really move. Long, deep strokes that have the headboard hitting the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.
“Feel so good,” I groan. “So perfect around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
“Was.” She’s gasping, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Made for you. Made for this. Please, Milo, harder...”
