And damn, she’s responsive.
She whimpers my name, fingers diving into my hair, tugging just enough to make me growl. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, and when I suck gently on that perfect little spot, her whole body arches off the counter.
“That’s it,” I murmur, mouth slick with her. “Just like that. Let go for me, Harper.”
It doesn’t take long. She’s so wound up, so new to this. Her breath stutters, thighs clamping around me, and then she falls apart in my hands—soft cries, hips shaking, clutching me like she never wants me to stop.
I press kisses to her stomach, her hipbones, her trembling thighs, until she finally looks down at me, dazed and glowing.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I rise to my feet, cupping her face. “You okay?”
She nods quickly, lips parting like she wants to say something, but then she just pulls me into a kiss that tells me everything I need to know.
I scoop her into my arms before she can argue—not that she tries. She tucks her head into my neck, still breathing hard, and I carry her up the stairs like she weighs nothing.
When I reach the bed, I pause for just a second. “Last chance, Harper.”
She looks up at me, eyes soft and sure. “Don’t stop.”
I lay her down and toss the flannel shirt aside, taking a moment just to look at her. Her skin, flushed from my touch. Her breasts, rising and falling with every breath. Her hair fanned across my pillow.
Mine.
I strip quickly, and when I crawl over her, I go slow again—pressing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, across her chest. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, and I hiss when I feel her bare heat against my cock.
“Dean,” she whispers, voice shaking. “I want you.”
I line myself up and press in, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Jesus,” I groan, gripping the sheet beside her head. “You feel... fuck, Harper. You’re so tight.”
She tenses, just a little, and I freeze.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “We’ll go slow. Breathe for me, baby.”
She nods, biting her lip. I kiss her again, deep and slow, and when I move just slightly, her body adjusts around me. I feel the shift—the moment her pain turns into pleasure—and her eyes flutter open, hazy and pleading.
“More,” she breathes. “Please.”
I lose control.
I grip her hips and thrust deeper, groaning as I sink all the way into her. “Fuck. You feel so damn good. Soright.”
She gasps, clinging to me. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.” My voice is rough, almost feral. “You’re mine now. You understand?”The words shouldn’t sound like that — not with her — but something in me locks into place the moment she gives herself to me.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yours.”
That one word breaks something in me. I start moving harder, faster, unable to hold back now that she’s given me everything. Her hands claw at my back, pulling me closer, and I kiss her like I need her to survive.
“Mine,” I growl again, biting at her neck, her shoulder, anywhere I can leave a mark. “You don’t know what you do to me, Harper. You undo me.”
She’s close again. I can feel it in the way her thighs start to tremble, the way her nails dig into my skin.
“Come for me,” I whisper in her ear. “Let me feel it.”
