He starts to move.
Slow thrusts at first, letting me adjust. Each push stretches me around him until I swear I can feel him in my throat. But the pain fades into pleasure, into fullness, intoright.
His cock drags along every nerve inside me, perfectly angled to hit that spot that makes me see galaxies.
Our bodies fall into rhythm—his strength against my softness, his power wrapped in control. Every time he thrusts, he mutters something—my name, curses in his native tongue, promises I don’t understand butfeelin my bones.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his back, urging him deeper.
Harder.
He groans, hips slamming against mine, cock driving into me with a force that should break bones—but I take it. I want it. Ineedit.
“More,” I pant. “Give me all of you.”
And he does.
He fucks me like I’m air. Like he’s been drowning his whole life and I’m the first breath he’s ever tasted.
“Mine,” he snarls. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I cry out. “Yours.”
The stars flicker outside the viewport. Shield flares pulse like a heartbeat. The universe narrows to this—his body above mine, inside me, surrounding me.
I come again, clenching around him, and that’s all it takes.
He roars as he follows, cock twitching deep in my pussy, spilling inside me with a ferocity that lights my nerves on fire.
Then everything goes quiet.
He stays inside me, arms shaking from the effort of not collapsing on top of me. Our foreheads touch, breath mixing. Sweat slicks our bodies, but neither of us move.
After what feels like a lifetime, he lays us gently on our sides, tangled together in a heap of warmth and breath.
We don’t do it because we’re broken or saved or needing to forget.
We do it because we can.
Because it’s real.
Because when he moved inside me—slow and deliberate, with reverence and hunger and growled promises against my throat—I felt like the universe was built around this exact moment.
Afterward, tangled in sheets we never bother to fold, he murmurs in that voice that still rattles the bones of my chest, “You’re not mine because I saved you.”
I press my lips to his jaw, eyes already fluttering shut.
“You’re not mine because I need redemption.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“You’re mine because we chose this.”
And I do.
Every day forward will be a shared one.
And that’s what makes it love.
