“When did you get tested last?”
“Hospital. They took blood, ran every lab imaginable. I haven’t been with anyone since—” I swallowed, not wanting to bring it up but needing her to know. “Since before that Infinity Weddings presentation.”
She nodded.
“So you’re safe?”
My chest swelled. “So fucking safe for you, Nina.” I kissed her again, her tongue sweeping in my mouth, the swollen head of my cock twitching against her entrance. “You want me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, so soft but so sure.
That was all I needed. I pushed in, slow, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to take her hard. I waited until her hips rolled up and she met me halfway, then thrusted in deep.
“Fuck—” I gripped the headboard with one hand, her hip with the other, holding her exactly where I wanted her as I set a rhythm.
She was gasping again, chest rising fast. I bent over her, biting her shoulder lightly. “Breathe for me,” I growled. “You stop, I stop. Say you understand.”
“I—understand,” she moaned.
“Good girl.”
Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. She explored my chest with her hands, trailing down my ribs until she found and held on to the “Songbird” tattoo.
“I’m yours.” Her pussy fluttered around me at that. I let go of the headboard, sliding my hand down to circle her throat, not squeezing, just holding. Owning. “You’re mine now. You get that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “yours.”
And that was it. My control snapped. My hands went firm on her hips, keeping her in place against each thrust. Every shiver she gave, every breathy gasp brought me closer. I pressed my forehead between her breasts, licking and sucking the sweat around her nipples, unwilling to leave any space between us. She tensed, fluttering and clenching around me.
“I need you to come now.” I snaked my hand between us, between her wet folds to rub her clit, feeling the base of my own dick as I pounded into her. “Tell me I can come with you, Nina.”
“Come with me, Lincoln.” She breathed in pants, her pussy gripping me tighter with every word. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Fuck, Nina!” I grunted my climax out.
Her hands dug into my shoulders, clutching, pulling. Even spilling into her, I held a shaky rhythm, learning by heart every hitch of her breath, every small cry, until I pinched her, and she came around me, stretching my orgasm even longer. Her body inched into mine, every shiver and pulse under my hands slow and relentless, until we finally sagged together, chests pressed, hearts hammering, wrapped in the aftershocks.
Her legs loosened around my hips as the last wave hit her, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, willing myself to lay sideways before I crushed her.
“Easy, baby.” My voice came out hoarse, softer now, a low rumble against her skin. I stayed inside her, still giving slow, lazy thrusts that were more about feeling her than chasing anything for myself. “You good?”
She nodded, hair damp and sticking to her cheek, and I kissed it away.
“Tell me.” I cupped her jaw, coaxing her to look at me.
“I’m good,” she whispered, voice wrecked but steady, and something in my chest unknotted.
That’s when she froze, then tried to pull away.
“Shit,” she whispered.
And all my peace came toppling down. She regretted it. She regretted me. She hadn’t said she loved me. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Shit, shit,” she said again, her hands running, through her hair.
She tried to put distance between us. I held her in place, softening dick still inside her.
“Talk to me. You don’t need to go away. I know things got heated, and I said things but…, we can still go slow. It’s okay.”
