He catches my face in both hands. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want you,” I say, breathless. “All of you.”
He lines up and pushes in—slow, careful. I gasp. The stretch is intense—nearly too much. But I take him. Inch by inch.
“You feel like fire,” I cry. “Like I’m being filled with something I can’t survive but don’t want to live without.”
“Then I’ll never leave,” he murmurs, voice cracking.
He starts to move.
Slow thrusts, deep and claiming. His hips press against mine with relentless rhythm. His cock drags against every nerve ending, every sensitive place. My pussy tightens around him. I cry out with every thrust.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please.”
He growls low in his throat. His pace increases. Flesh slaps. Bone scrapes silk. My body sings with sensation.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he pants. “Taking me so well. I’m never letting you go.”
I reach again—orgasm building like a storm. My clit pulses. My nipples are raw from his mouth. I scream when I come again—tightening, convulsing, drowning.
He follows—cock jerking inside me, filling me with heat.
But he doesn’t stop.
He kisses me hard—then flips me gently, carefully. He pulls my hips up, cock still hard, gleaming with our slick.
He strokes my spine. “I need to be deeper.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He guides himself back into me—this time from behind. I feel himeverywhere.I brace on the sheets, moaning with every thrust. His fingers find my clit again. Circles. Rubs. Relentless.
“I love you,” he growls.
“I love you,” I cry.
My body shatters around him. He comes again—loud, shaking, collapsing over my back.
We breathe together.
Slow.
Shaking.
Changed.
He wraps around me, every scar pressed to mine.
We lie in the dark, the rain soft against the windows. The storm gone.
And all I feel isus.
Later, I lie by his side—his hand curled around mine. I’m hollowed and full all at once, reborn within the wreckage of decisions made in fire.
The bed creaks softly beneath us. His fingers trace lazy circles on the back of my hand—the lines of muscle and bone there steadying me.
“I’m yours,” he whispers. Not a question. A vow.
