And I match her, all of it—her urgency, her desperation—because I know the same truth she does: this might be the only night we ever get.
When her back hits the bed, she arches, gasping, and the sound punches straight through my chest.It settles somewhere deep—somewhere I thought was long dead—and ignites.She’s sprawled across my pillow, hair like dark silk, lips swollen from kissing me, eyes blown wide with want and fuck, I’m ruined.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Not in a delicate way—beautiful in a way that wrecks you, in a way that brands itself into your bloodstream and stays there.
My eyes don’t know where to land first, but they always—always—end up on hers.Those impossible green eyes that have lived in the corners of my mind for years.Eyes that could gut me with one look.Eyes that have seen every fucked-up part of me and never flinched.
I drag my gaze to her mouth—kiss-bruised, parted, breathing my name without sound.Then her neck, where her pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it from here.
I lower myself, kissing down her throat slowly, savoring every inch.When my mouth finds the hollow there, she gasps, her nails sinking into my shoulders.
I want the marks.
I want the evidence.
I want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see her written all over my skin.
I trail kisses lower, finding that spot at the curve of her neck, and she shivers—full body, instinctive, like she can’t help it.Her pulse stutters under my tongue, and I swear I could live off the taste of her.
My hand slides along her collarbone, tracing the faint scar—thatscar.The one that still haunts my nightmares.The one that makes my chest tighten every time I see it.
Before the guilt can drag me under, she reaches up, threads her fingers in my hair, and pulls my face back to hers.
"I'm okay," she whispers, and those two words level me.They feel like forgiveness.
Like permission to stay in this moment and not the past.
I nod, because I can’t trust my voice, and press a slow kiss to the scar.Then I keep going—down, down—until my mouth finds her collarbone.I nip gently, and she arches with a sound that hits me straight in the core, molten and uncontrollable.
And all I can think is:If this is the last time I ever get to touch her… I’m going to remember every second.
"Nate," she breathes, and my name on her lips sounds like a plea and damnation all in one.
I kiss my way down her body slowly, mostly because if I rush this, I’ll lose my mind.My hands trace every curve like I’m relearning her, like my fingers are trying to catch up on all the months I’ve gone without touching her.
When I come back up to her chest, she’s breathing hard, her back lifting off the mattress with every exhale.I look up at her—just for a second—and the sight of her like this almost knocks the air out of me.
When I take her nipple into my mouth, she lets out a sound that feels like it hits straight in my spine.I suck gently, then harder when she claws at my hair, not knowing whether she wants to pull me closer or slow me down.Every twitch of her body, every shaky breath—it's all too much and not enough.
“Please,” she whispers, and fuck if I know what she means, but whatever it is, I’ll give it.
I keep moving down, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my mouth.When I reach the edge of her panties, I pause—half asking, half warning.
She nods.
No hesitation.
I slide them off her legs slowly, trying to play it cool, but the second she’s bare in front of me, my brain just blanks.
She’s beautiful, not in some dramatic, poetic way. Just in the real, visceral way that makes something inside me break wide open.
I settle between her thighs and kiss the inside of them first, just to feel her shiver.And when I finally taste her, her whole body reacts—hips jerking, fingers gripping the sheets.I hold her steady, take my time, work her with slow, deliberate strokes until she’s shaking.
“Nate—oh my god—” she gasps, and hearing my name like that?That alone could finish me.
I keep going until she comes undone, crying out, thighs trembling around my head.I don’t stop until she’s completely gone, completely wrecked.
