I thrust back in just as slowly, watching her face for every reaction. The way her brow furrows. The small hitch in her breathing. The flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.
"Look at me." The words come out as a rough command.
Her eyes open, storm-gray meeting my gaze. Trusting. Open. Everything I don't deserve but will kill to keep.
"I want you to watch." I pull out again, slow enough to make us both ache. "Want you to see who's inside you. Who's making you feel good."
"You." The whisper is breathless. Certain. "Only you."
Fuck.
I thrust back in and she gasps, nails scoring down my back. The slight sting of pain only makes everything better—makes this more intense, morereal. Physical proof that this isn't some dream. That she's actually here, in my bed, taking my cock like she was made for it.
Made forme.
I establish a rhythm. Deep and slow, each stroke deliberate. Letting her feel every inch of my cock as it fills her, stretches her, claims her in the most primal way possible.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back to pull me deeper. The shift in angle makes me grind against that spot inside that has her crying out.
"There?" I do it again, watching pleasure flood her expression. "That feel good?"
"Yes." Her head presses back into the pillow, spine arching. "Gods, yes."
I keep the angle, keep the slow, grinding thrusts that hit that perfect spot with each stroke. My gaze drops to where our bodies join—watching my cock disappear into her pussy, seeing her stretched tight around my girth, the wet gleam of her arousal coating both of us.
Beautiful.
"I love watching my cock slide into you." The words rumble from my chest, rough with need. "See how well you take me? Like your pussy was designed for this. Forme."
She whimpers, inner walls clenching around my length.
"Feel so perfect." I thrust deeper, grinding my hips against hers. "So wet and tight. Could fuck you for hours and never get enough."
"Please—" Her hands slide from my shoulders to grip my hair, pulling until the sting makes my scalp tingle. "More."
"More what?" I slow my thrusts even further, pulling out until just the head remains inside. "Tell me what you need."
"You." Desperation edges her voice. "Just you. All of you."
The vulnerability in those words breaks something in my chest. Cracks open this carefully controlled exterior I've maintained for years and exposes the raw, possessive need underneath.
This woman.
This incredible, brave, stunning woman asking forme. Not my title. Not my wealth. Not even the bond. Justme.
I surge forward, claiming her mouth in a kiss that's all heat and promise. My tongue sweeps against hers while I thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt. She moans into my mouth, body arching to take me deeper.
I break the kiss to trail my lips across her jaw. Down her throat. Tasting salt and sweetness and everything uniquelyher.
"I'm going to give you everything." The vow rumbles against her pulse point. "Everything I have. Everything I am."
I mean it. Every word. Would tear down kingdoms for her. Burn the world if she asked. Nothing matters except keeping her safe. Making her happy. Giving her the life she deserves after years of surviving instead of living.
My hips roll in deep, grinding strokes. Not rushing. Not chasing my own release. Just focused completely on her—on the small sounds she makes, the way her pussy flutters around my cock, the increasing desperation in her movements as she chases another orgasm.
"So beautiful like this." I kiss across her collarbone, feeling her pulse rabbit-quick under my lips. "Spread out beneath me. Taking my cock so perfectly."
"Lorenth." My name is half moan, half plea.
