I’d give her the world.
So I gave her everything.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in, pulling me deeper into that velvet heat. There was pain in the way she held me—the sting of her nails, the bruising press of her thighs—but she didn’t flinch from it.
She thrived on it. We did.
Perfect. Wild. Fierce.
Mine.
I watched her face—eyes fluttering shut, mouth parting on a silent cry—as her pleasure broke into something darker. Her body seized beneath me, convulsing as she came again, tighter than before, so tight it knocked the breath from my lungs.
I didn’t break.
I held on.
I moved with her, through her, feeling every contraction like it was happening inside my own body. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
Because this? This wasn’t just sex.
This was truth.
And when she finally collapsed beneath me, chest heaving, body soft and spent and so fucking beautiful, I felt it hit me like a blade to the chest.
I was in love with her.
Not just the curve of her mouth or the way she moaned my name.
Not just the way she shattered around me like she was made to do it in my arms.
I loved her.
I loved her fire. Her fury. Her impossible defiance.
The way she resisted me until she chose not to.
The way she didn’t shy away from pain or pleasure or the war we were fighting between every kiss.
The way she let me ruin her.
The way she ruined me.
I buried my face in her neck, breath catching against her damp skin as I came—hard and raw, sinking so deep into her I didn’t know where I ended and she began.
And as her arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, her heart beating steady beneath mine…
I made a vow I didn’t dare say aloud.
I will never let you go.
Not in this life.
Not in the next.
Not ever.
I followed her over the edge with a broken sound, burying my face in her neck as my release hit. It was like drowning and breathing at the same time.
