"Not anymore." I catch her hand and bring it to my lips. "You make everything hurt less."
Her eyes fly to mine, find the sincerity there, then she's working on my belt, my pants, freeing my cock from the confines of my clothes.
When she wraps her hand around me, I have to fight not to come right then and there.
"Fuck, Laney."
"Is this okay?" she asks, looking at my length as she runs her fingers over the tip, smearing the precum that’s beaded there.
"It's perfect." I catch her wrist, stilling her movement. "But if you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."
"Then don't wait." She pulls me down to her, kissing me with renewed urgency. "I want this. Need this…please."
I don't need to be asked twice.
I settle between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She's so wet, so ready, but I still go slow that first thrust, giving her time to adjust.
She's tight. So fucking tight it takes everything in me not to just bury myself to the hilt and flood her womb instantly.
"You okay?" I grit out.
"More than okay." Her hands smooth over my arms, gripping my elbows as her legs come up either side of me, opening her tight channel a little more to accommodate me.
I start moving, finding a rhythm that has her gasping and clinging to me. Every thrust goes deeper, harder, until I'm fucking her with an intensity that should probably scare both of us.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her body taking everything I give her and demanding more. I hold myself over her so I can see the flush on her chest and neck as it deepens, the way her tits bounce obscenely, the way her dusky pink nipples are peaked and begging for attention I can’t give them right now.
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, like that, exactly like that—"
"You feel so fucking good." I’m panting now, breathing in that scent of orange and jasmine mixed with sweat and sex. "So perfect. Mine. You're mine, Laney."
"Yes." She arches beneath me, changing the angle of her cunt and somehow gripping my cock harder. "I'm yours. Yakov, take me, I'm yours."
Hearing her say it sends me to the edge faster than I can control. I reach between us, finding her clit and circling it with exactly the pressure I learned she needs.
She breaks, crying out my name as her orgasm tears through her. The feeling of her clenching around me triggers my own release.
"Fuck I’m going to fill you up," I manage to say, as I bury myself deep and come harder than I ever have in my life, her name a growl on my lips.
For a long moment, we just stay like that, both of us breathing hard, trembling, slowly coming back to ourselves.
Then I hear it. A sob. I pull back to look at her face and see tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Laney—"
"I'm okay." She's crying harder now, her whole body shaking. "I'm okay, I just—I need—"
"I know." I pull out carefully and roll to my side, gathering her against my chest. "I know what you need."
She cries like she's been holding it in forever. Like all the fear and terror and desperate hope is finally finding a way out. And I hold her through all of it.
"You're safe," I murmur into her hair. "Your sister's safe. Everyone's safe. You did it, Laney. You found her."
"I couldn't have done it without you."
"Yes, you could have. You would have torn this city apart until you found her." I press a kiss to her forehead. "But I'm glad you didn't have to."
She cries until she has nothing left, until she's empty and exhausted and finally, finally at peace.
