Inch by inch, I sink into her until I’m fully seated. We both go very still, adjusting to the sensation. She feels perfect around me—like her body was made for mine.
“How does it feel?” she asks softly.
“Incredible,” I manage. “Better than I ever imagined.”
“Harder,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I increase my pace, driven by the way she responds to me. The bed creaks under our movement, and the sound mingles with our breathless gasps.
“You feel so good,” I groan against her neck. “So tight. So perfect.”
“Yes,” she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I shift my angle slightly, and when I hit that spot inside her, she cries out. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Oh gods, Rhett,” she gasps.
“Come for me,” I murmur, reaching between us to find her clit. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
The combination of my words and my cock hitting that perfect spot inside her sends her over the edge. She comes with my name on her lips, her back arching, her pussy squeezing me so tight pushes me past the point of no return. I bury myself deep and come hard, her name torn from my throat as everything in me pours into her.
After, when we’re both still catching our breath, I stay buried inside her, not ready to break the connection. The Ether has settled around us like a cocoon, silver and peaceful.
“That was—” I start, then stop, because there aren’t words.
“Perfect,” she finishes softly, tracing patterns on my chest.
I press my forehead to hers. “I never wanted anyone else. Only you.”
We’re both still breathing hard and wrapped around each other, as she traces patterns on my chest with gentle fingers.
“I’m still angry,” she says quietly.
“I know.”
“And I’m still figuring out how to trust you again.”
“I know.”
She presses a kiss to my collarbone. “But this—us—this is right. Even with everything else.”
I tighten my arms around her, press my face into her hair. “Yeah. It is.”
It’s not forgiveness. It’s not a promise that everything is fixed.
But I’ll do anything to make sure I never lose her again.
Chapter 36
Bree
I wait until his breathing evens out, until I’m sure he’s really asleep.
Rhett lies sprawled across my bed like he belongs there, one arm still curved around the space where I was lying. His face is relaxed in sleep, younger somehow, all the careful control he usually wears stripped away. The Ether has settled around him like a blanket, silver and peaceful.
Beautiful. He’s so beautiful it makes my chest ache.
But I need space to think. To process what just happened between us, what it means, what I’m supposed to do with the tangle of emotions knotted up inside me.
