A Russian curse fell from my lips.
Ranger inhaled it, skimming his palms all over me but keeping his hips still, down, leaving it to me to carve out a mind-numbing rhythm. “Fuck, Vik. You feel so good.”
I did not have words for how he felt. To describe the sound that tore from my chest as the fire between us caught another spark. Faster. Harder. It became an untameable beast, and I did not even try to contain it.
Ranger savaged my mouth, leaving my lips stinging from the force of his kiss. Then he pushed at my chest, easing me back, his dark gaze fixated on my cock, rigid and weeping between us. “I love your dick.”
A wild laugh was my only answer. I had never felt so free, even thousands of feet in the air, the pilot of my own destiny. Because I hadnever beenfree. Not until this moment. Not until him.
I braced my hands behind me, slowing down, pushing against the tide of the climax bearing down on me. “I did not think I could come with someone inside me. I was wrong.”
“That’s the trouble with thinking.” Ranger teased my cock, blistering my nerves with the light touch. “Too much of it makes you stupid.”
He was not wrong, but as my pulse heavied with amassed emotion, I did not care if he thought me stupid. I cared that he had trusted me with his body. With his heart. I cared that he loved me and that I loved him. As release barrelled closer, I could not think of much more.
“Vik.”
Ranger’s throaty whisper recentred my focus.
I found his gaze and leaned closer, drawn to him, squeezing him, the movement teasing a guttural noise from him, rolling his eyes. “What?”
“Your hip’s had enough. I wanna take the weight off it. That okay?”
I had not noticed the trembling protest in my weaker leg—I did not truly know what he meant, but I nodded anyway and found myself on my back.
Ranger eased inside me again, his forearms either side of my head. For the longest moment, he did not move, and I realised that he was waiting for me. That he needed something from me I had not thought I could ever give.
“Asher.”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Ranger bit his lip, fisting my hair, lost in my touch as I tugged him down to bite my favourite spot on his neck. “I love you.”
“I loveyou.”
I lay back, relaxing, handing the ship to him. Because I trusted him. Because I loved him. And I could not live with it being any other way.
Ranger stole a kiss. Then he began to move, working deeper inside me with every steady stroke of his cock, as I grit down on my teeth, arousal knotting my chest, nailing my senses.
He stared at me as deeply as he fucked me, wielding the connection we’d built like a love-struck weapon. Atomic and eviscerating, purging breath from my lungs and sweat from my skin.
Pent-up emotion built, threatening to burst free, and I let it happen. There were things I could never tell Ranger. Things he could never tell me. But this... all of it, I showed it to him, and he answered with a low cry, burying his face in my neck.
I wrapped my arms around him, arching my back, falling faster into a vortex I did not want to escape, taking him with me.
Ranger fucked me a little harder, the caution he’d begun with slipping away. He rooted a palm to the sofa, gazing down at me through hair that had grown long enough to hang in his face.
Beautiful. Inside and out. And I realised in that moment that dreaming of this, of him, even if I had not tangibly understood what it was, had been my solace in every hollow day and lonely night I had survived to be here with him.
I had dreamed of Ranger my whole life.
Love and pleasure unfurled inside me. “Asher.”
He felt it and rocked harder into me, cursing up a storm that would later make me smile. Flattening his body to mine, trapping my cock as it chased the friction of his ridged abdomen.
It was my undoing. My body vibrated, muscles seizing. I came and dragged Ranger over the cliff with me.
