"Connor—I need?—"
I knew what she needed. But I wanted her to feel it build slower, deeper.
I slid two fingers inside her—not thrusting, just resting there, curling slightly to press against her inner walls while my mouth continued its worship of her thighs, her belly, her hips.
The pressure built gradually, her body clenching around my fingers, small tremors starting.
Then I added a third finger, stretching her gently, my palm pressing down on her lower abdomen to intensify the internal sensation.
She came then—slow and rolling, like a wave building far out at sea and finally crashing to shore. Her body shook, moans turning to cries, her hands fisting in my hair as she rode it out.
But I wasn't done.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her fully while she watched, her eyes hooded with renewed heat.
Then I positioned myself, sliding inside her inch by inch, but not thrusting. Instead, I held still, deep, my body weight pressing her into the mattress.
She grabbed the base of my cock with both hands, and I let her.
I rocked slowly—not in and out, but grinding in circles, the base of my body pressing against her in a way that stimulated without direct friction.
She gasped, her legs wrapping around me, heels digging into my back.
We moved like that—slow, undulating, building the pressure internally until she was trembling again, her body clenching around me in waves.
When she came this time, it pulled me with her—rooted, shattering, my release spilling as her inner walls pulled me deeper.
We stayed joined, breathing hard, my forehead against hers.
The world outside could wait. Merrick could wait. The past could wait.
Right now, there was only this. Only her.
"I love you," I whispered, the words profound in their simplicity. "Completely."
She smiled, tears in her eyes, her hands coming up to frame my face.
"And I love you," she replied. "Without almosts."
I kissed her again—softer now, sweeter, the kind of kiss that felt like a vow.
We lay tangled together afterward, her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her, our bodies still humming with the aftermath.
For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt at peace.
Not because the danger was gone. Not because the past had been erased.
But because she knew. All of it. And she'd chosen to stay, anyway.
That was worth fighting for.
Worth protecting.
Worth everything.
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