She’s just Grace.
Back at the cabin, it’s dark again. Rain taps the windows. Same as the night we made love for the first time.
She’s clean, dressed in soft clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed like she doesn’t know how to be here. Like she’s afraid to believe this is real.
I sit beside her, elbows on my knees.
“You were braver than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“I was terrified,” she whispers.
“And you still survived.”
She doesn’t answer, but her silence says everything. So I turn fully, meeting her eyes.
“You’re not alone anymore, Grace. You have me. I’ll protect you. Always. And you’ve got my brothers. They see you as family now. We protect our own.”
Her lip trembles.
“I want to be here,” she says. “With you. I want all of this.”
I kiss her.
I kiss her like I bled for her. Like I’d kill again for her. Like she’s mine, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving she’s safe with me.
When I pull back, we’re both breathing harder.
“I can’t be gentle tonight,” I say, my voice low, raw with everything I’ve held back.
Her eyes flash. “Then don’t be.” A beat. “Show me how bad you needed me back.”
That’s all I need.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She obeys, shifting without hesitation like she already knows how much I need this.
I stand just long enough to strip off my shirt, then shove down my jeans and briefs in one rough motion. My cock springs free, hard and leaking, already throbbing for her.
I kneel behind her, dragging her pants and panties down in one firm pull, exposing that perfect ass. Full. Soft.Mine.
My hands grip her without restraint, spreading her open so I can see exactly where she’s wet, dripping for me.
I growl.
“You missed this?” I ask.
She nods, breath hitching.
“You want this?”
“Yes,” she breathes, louder now. “I want you.”
“Then take me.”
I line my cock up and thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, hands scrambling on the sheets, back arching. Her pussy is so tight it nearly strangles me, andfuckif I don’t want to lose my mind right here.
I pull back and slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm. Every thrust is a promise.
