I gripped his shoulders as he worked his hand, my core tightening with each slow thrust in and out. My neck rolled. My head dropping back. And a long, low moan left my throat. And when he added a second finger, I cried out at the stretch. Breathing and letting him in, the need for more rose higher and higher until I couldn’t wait.
“Kingston, I need you.”
“I know. I’m with you, love.”
He sank back onto his heels, bringing his legs around to sit cross-legged on the bed as he stared at me kneeling over him. The whole time, he never stopped moving his hand. Never stopped preparing me for what came next. And he leaned forward and kissed my belly before slowly sliding his fingers out.
He pulled me toward him, easing me onto his lap. My arms came around his neck. Legs wrapped around his waist. I sought his lips as he lined up his cock where I needed him most. Teasing the head over my clit, he groaned at the wetness gathered there for him and stopped just long enough to put the condom on.
As he nudged my entrance, he cupped my cheek. My eyes fell closed, and I leaned into his palm. Amazed that we were finally here, with no doubt in my mind how much I wanted this.
“No, Quinn, look at me,” he breathed. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you for the first time. I want you to see mine.”
My eyelids were heavy, my body ready to give in, but I gave him what he wanted easily. Wanting it, too.
He kissed my lips, his tongue meeting mine for one brief moment, before he held my gaze and wouldn’t let it go.
And slowly, carefully, he eased inside me.
My eyes widened at the first press, at the change starting deep inside me, knowing there was no coming back from this.
Our bodies joined, slowly and steadily. Inch by inch, I let him in. Connecting us, binding us, and feeling everything change, my world shifting completely, in that one moment.
As he moved beneath me, I moved with him, meeting him for every fluid stroke, gasping with every urgent thrust. Never letting go of his neck, never breaking his stare, I cried out when it became too much.
He kissed me, exhaled with me, waiting for the emotion to ease before we kept going.
Together, we moved and breathed through every rising wave of pleasure. Sweat coating our skin, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between our lips. Together, my soft edges mixed with his sharp lines, erasing the pain and scars and leaving nothing else but this.
Together, we were a masterpiece—vivid and bright.
Real.
We were painfully, perfectly real and nothing—no one—could take this away from us.
Arms and legs trembling, my climax peaked. I cried out, pleasure racing down my spine. Arching my back. Curling my toes. And as he made me come apart, he pulled me down for one final thrust. Burying himself inside me with a deep groan until no space remained between us.
Until all that was left was something intangible, but real. Somehow stronger than the entire world around us.
Something that didn’t need words, although Kingston gave them to me, anyway.
Blue-gray eyes, steadfast and sure, stared at me as he wrapped one arm around my waist. With the other, he gripped my chin. “No version of me will exist, now or in the future, without the memory of this. Withoutyou.”
Tears filled my eyes, and I nodded, assuring him I felt it, too. “I’m with you.”
I whispered the words as my body shook, and even though I couldn’t voice it yet, I knew.
What he’d said, and what it truly meant. A promise he would never take back.
And what had changed in my heart, shifting irrevocably in that one moment.
A truth I vowed silently to hold in my heart and never forget.
Because it mattered. Because it meant everything.
And because I loved him, too.
Max Dread
