I nod frantically, breath breaking.“It’s yours.I’m yours.Just—fuck—don’t make me wait.”
He slicks himself with lube, the sound obscene in the quiet room.I watch through hazy eyes as he rolls on a condom, and the sight alone nearly undoes me.He moves over me, kissing my mouth with a hunger that feels like possession, then positions himself at my entrance.
His eyes catch mine.“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Never too much,” I breathe.“Just give it to me.”
The first push makes me cry out, a burn stretching me wide, every nerve alight.He stills instantly, kissing my face, whispering into my skin.“Breathe, baby.You’re taking me so good.Let me in.”
I force the air out, body loosening around him.He eases deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside me, filling me in a way that has tears stinging my eyes.My cock jerks against my stomach, leaking between us, untouched yet straining.
“Look at me,” Barret says softly, his forehead pressed to mine.
I do.And, fuck—he’s already undone.His jaw tight, sweat beading at his temple, eyes raw with reverence and hunger.“You’re perfect,” he rasps.“So fucking perfect around me—mine.”
Then he moves.Slow, careful thrusts that drag his thickness out of me before sliding back in, building a rhythm that makes me moan helplessly.Each stroke hits deep, stroking that place inside me that has me clenching around him, begging for more.
“Fuck, Eddie,” he groans, hips rolling.“You feel like home.You feel like everything.”
His hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, his thumb smearing the slick at the head.I’m caught between the fullness of him inside me and the relentless pleasure of his hand.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.“Don’t you fucking stop.”
“I won’t,” he says, voice breaking.“Not until you fall apart for me.Not until you know how much you’re mine.”
The rhythm builds, our bodies finding each other, every thrust and stroke pulling me closer to the edge.His praise pours over me—gorgeous, mine, so good for me—until I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m gonna—fuck—” My words shatter as I come, hot and violent, spilling across his hand and my stomach.My body clamps down around him, dragging him deeper, milking him.
“Jesus, Eddie,” he groans, thrusting faltering as he drives hard one last time.He buries himself deep, trembling, and I feel the heat of his release as he comes inside the condom, his body pressed to mine, his mouth against my ear whispering my name.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of us—ragged breaths, hearts pounding, sweat cooling between our bodies.He doesn’t let go.He holds me tight, like I’m the only thing he has left in the world.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice hoarse.“Every part of you.And I’m never letting you forget it.”
And for once, I don’t want to.
Barret eases out slowly, kissing me through the shiver of it.He knots the condom and tosses it aside, then leaves only long enough to grab a towel.When he returns, he’s gentle, wiping me clean with a care that makes my throat close.No rush.No shame.Just his hand moving over me like I’m something precious.
“You did good,” he murmurs, dabbing the sweat at my temple, brushing damp hair from my face.“You let go.You let me take care of you.”
It unravels me more than the orgasm did.I lie there, trembling, watching him work over me with all the patience I’ve never allowed myself.My chest aches with the realization that he isn’t just wiping me down; he’s piecing me back together in small strokes of cotton and skin.
When he’s finished, he crawls beside me and pulls me into his arms.I don’t resist.For once, I don’t feel the need to move, to lead, to patch.I let him cradle me, my head on his chest, his heartbeat thudding under my ear.His hand strokes slowly down my spine, each pass softer than the last, like he’s teaching my body what it means to be held.
“B ...”My voice breaks, cracked wide open.
“Shh.”He kisses my head, lingering there, lips warm against my skin.“You’re safe with me.Always.”
The words dig in, deep, and merciless.I want to argue.I want to laugh it off.Instead, I close my eyes and let them sink like stones.
He tilts my chin until I meet his gaze.His eyes are wrecked and beautiful, stripped of every wall.“You’ve carried us long enough,” he whispers.“It’s my turn to love you and protect you.”
And, fuck, it hits me so hard I can’t breathe.Not because it’s too much, but because it’s precisely what I’ve needed.I love this man so much.
I nod, letting him see everything in me that usually hides.My chest shakes once, then stills against him.
Barret presses his forehead to mine, his breath trembling against my lips.His eyes search me like he’s cataloging every crack I’ve tried to hide.“I’ll burn myself down if that’s what it takes to keep you whole, Eddie.Not a promise—truth.Not words—my marrow.”
