Only then did he slow, rising up my body, lips slick and swollen.
He paused halfway up. Pressed a kiss to my hip bone. My ribs. The hollow of my throat. Not rushed. Deliberate. Like he was mapping me, claiming every inch.
His forehead dropped to mine, and we breathed each other’s air for a moment. Locked together. Both trembling.
I dragged him up, kissing him hard, tasting myself. He made a low noise and settled between my thighs, his cock pressing against me, still clothed, still a barrier between us.
“Off,” I managed, clawing at the waistband. “Get them off. Now.”
He yanked them down, kicking them away, and then there was nothing between us.
Just skin and fire and him.
I wrapped around his cock, thick, solid, and he made that guttural sound, hips jerking into my grip. Shuddering. Finally not controlled. Finally as wrecked as I was.
“Inside. I need you inside.”
He positioned himself, the head pressing against my entrance.
He paused. Watching me. Dark. Fierce. Asking.
But also...
Vulnerable. Raw. Like he was offering me everything and terrified I’d refuse.
“Yes. Please...”
He pushed inside, and the stretch burned, thick, filling, exactly what I craved.
The fullness of him punched the air from my lungs.
Oh god. This. Him. Finally.
Something cracked open in my chest, not pain, something worse. Something that felt like relief and terror wrapped together. Like I’d been holding my breath for days and could finally gasp air.
His forehead dropped to mine, watching me, and I saw it, the same breaking happening in him. Jaw tight. Throat working. That careful mask he wore completely shattered.
We stayed frozen like that. Connected. Breathing each other’s air. Just feeling it.
Then his hips rolled, and rational thought stopped.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, dragging him deeper, and he made that raw noise when he bottomed out.
“Move. Please move...”
He pulled back and slammed home. Hard. The bed frame hit the wall. Again. Again.
No slow build. Just fierce, desperate claiming.
I watched him above me, muscles in his arms flexing, abs tensing with each movement, jaw clenched tight, burning into mine.
Wrecked. Finally wrecked. All that lethal control stripped away until there was this, us, need.
“Harder.”
He complied, hips driving into me hard enough to shake the entire bed. The frame creaked loudly, my gasps filling the room with each thrust.
Full. So full. Can’t...
