We stay like that, joined and breathless, while our hearts slow. His weight should be crushing, but it's exactly what I need—proof he's here, he's mine, we're real.
"I love you," he murmurs against my neck. "God help me, I love you so much it terrifies me."
"I love you too." I press a kiss to his temple. "We'll figure this out. All of it."
He lifts his head to look at me, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes my chest ache.
"What if I can't forgive him? What if this breaks us all permanently?"
"Then we build something new." I trace the worry lines on his forehead. "You and me. Whatever happens with your family, we'll face it together."
He kisses me again, softer this time. When he starts to harden inside me again, I roll my hips experimentally.
"Again?" I tease, though my body is already responding.
"Again." He pulls out slowly, then pushes back in, making me gasp. "And again. Until nothing exists but this."
This time is slower, deeper. He watches my face as he moves, memorizing every expression. When I start to close my eyes, he stops.
"Eyes on me," he commands softly. "Always on me."
I obey, losing myself in his gaze as he takes us both apart piece by piece, rebuilding us into something stronger with every touch.
Lorenzo
I wake before dawn with Sophia curled against my chest, herbreath warm on my skin. My hand traces the curve of her spine, needing the contact, the proof she's here and whole.
She stirs, pressing closer. "Can't sleep?"
"Just thinking." My fingers tangle in her hair.
"Stop thinking." She lifts her head, eyes still heavy with sleep. "You think too much."
Before I can respond, she's straddling me, the sheet falling away from her naked body. The bruises on her throat are fading but still visible—purple fingerprints that make rage burn in my chest.
"Hey." She cups my face, reading my thoughts. "He's dead. You killed him. I'm safe."
"You almost weren't." My hands grip her hips, probably too tight, but she doesn't complain. "I almost lost you."
"But you didn't." She rocks against me, and my body responds instantly. "I'm right here."
She reaches between us, guiding me inside her with a soft gasp. We both freeze at the connection, at the perfect way she fits around me.
"Fuck, Sophia." My head falls back against the pillow as she starts to move, slow and deliberate.
"That's the idea." Her nails scrape down my chest, leaving marks I'll wear proudly.
I watch her ride me in the pale morning light—the way her head tips back, lips parted, breasts moving with each roll of her hips. She's devastating like this, taking what she wants, using my body for her pleasure.
"Touch yourself," I command, voice rough. "Let me watch."
Her hand slides between her legs without hesitation, fingers circling where we're joined. The sight nearly ends me right there.
"Lorenzo." My name is a whimper as she speeds up, chasing her release.
I thrust up to meet her movements, hitting deeper, and she cries out. Her inner walls start to flutter, and I know she's close.
"That's it, tesoro." I grip her hips harder, controlling the rhythm. "Take what you need."
