Fuck.
That’s it.That’s the moment.
Something inside my chest cracks open like a dam, and everything I’ve held back comes rushing out in a tidal wave of feeling.
Trust.From her.
That’s the real high.
That’s what I’ll chase for the rest of my goddamn life.
I push forward, slow, and steady, and her body welcomes me like it’s been waiting for me all along.
Her tight, wet heat sucks me in inch by inch, and I bite back a groan as I bury myself to the hilt.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She’s gripping me like a fist.Like she was molded just for me.
And when I open my eyes—she’s watching me.
Wide-eyed.Breath hitching.Lips parted.
“Okay?”I ask, voice strained.
She nods, trembling beneath me.“More than okay.”
I start to move, slow at first, giving her time to adjust.Her hands roam my back, nails scraping, fingers clinging.
“God, you feel so good,” she moans.
My control is hanging by a thread.
“You feel like home,” I growl, driving deeper.
Her breath catches.
I press a kiss to her lips, then her jaw, then her throat, as I start to thrust harder, deeper, holding her in place with one hand behind her neck and the other gripping her hip.
She wraps her legs around me, opening wider, taking every inch I give her.
I can't stop watching her.
Every expression.Every gasp.Every twitch of her pretty mouth when I hit just right.
That’s mine.Every bit of this.Every inch of her.Mine.
I am fucking obsessed with this woman.
“Sabrina,” I groan, forehead resting against hers, “you’re everything.”
Her eyes flutter open, glassy with emotion.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.“Don’t stop, Theo.I’m almost there.I’m gonna come.”
“I got you, Angel,” I vow, thrusting harder, grinding against her clit with every roll of my hips.“Come for me.Now.”
She cries out, body arching, nails digging into my back.
