Her sweet pussy convulses.
I brace myself over her, forearms planted beside her shoulders, holding her gaze.
“So good,” I growl.“You feel so damn good.”
Her lips part.Her breath stutters.
“I-I don’t think I can,” she mewls.
I slide my hand between us, my touch confident now, familiar.
When my fingers find that sensitive spot, her eyes fly open and her back arches instinctively.
Her body responds immediately—tightening, fluttering, pulling me deeper like she’s claiming me right back.
“Oh God, it’s too much, I—I can’t,” she whispers, overwhelmed.
I shake my head, pressing my forehead to hers.
“You can.You will.”
I move with her, slow and deep, letting the connection build instead of burn out.
Letting her feel every second of it.
Letting myself feel it too.
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as her breath turns ragged.
“Let.Go.”
And when her body starts to tremble again, when I feel her give in—completely—I start to thrust in earnest.
This isn’t just sex anymore.This is somethingelse.
Something heavier.
Something that’s going to change both of us whether we’re ready or not.
This is claiming.This is choosing.
This is me and her becoming us.
And as I hold her through it, murmuring her name like a promise, one thought settles deep in my bones.
I’m never letting her go.
Chapter17
Sabrina
The room is too quiet.
Too clean.
Too not mine.
Shit.Where am I?
