And then, slow as I can manage, I press the head of my cock to her entrance, slick and ready for me, and pause just long enough to kiss her again—slow, deep, claiming.
Then I push forward slowly.Just the head.She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, and I kiss her to swallow the sound.Her mouth opens under mine, soft and trembling, and I take my time, easing another inch inside, then another.
Her body clings to me, pulling me deeper, stretching around me until every nerve in my body is lit.I hold her hips tight, grounding us both, because if I let go, I’d lose myself too fast.
“Eddie ...”she whispers, voice shaking.
“I’m here,” I breathe against her lips.“Only you and me.”
I rock my hips forward, inch by inch, dragging it out until I’m buried inside her, completely surrounded by her warmth.My chest presses to hers, her breasts crushed against me, her heartbeat pounding in rhythm with mine.
We don’t move for a moment.We just breathe into each other’s mouths, lost in the stretch, the closeness, the way we fit together like we were meant to.
Her hands frame my face, trembling, and she pulls me down into a kiss—slow, aching, like she’s trying to carve me into her memory, as if she’s terrified I’ll slip away the second she lets go.
I kiss her back with the same desperation, pouring everything I can’t say into the press of my mouth, into the way my tongue slides against hers.Every broken piece of me, every secret I’ve buried, every please don’t leave me I’ve never spoken—I give it to her in that kiss.
And then I move.
Long, slow thrusts that bind us together, each one sinking me deeper, not just into her body but into her soul.It’s not fucking.It’s not even claiming.It’s me trying to exist inside her, to find proof that I belong somewhere.That I belong to her.
“Eddie,” she moans, her forehead resting against mine, her voice cracking like she’s as undone as I am.“Don’t stop.”
Her plea tears me open.
“I won’t,” I whisper, my throat tight, my chest burning as I drive deeper, filling her, holding her like she’s the only thing tethering me to this world.“Not now.Not ever.”
Every slow thrust feels like a prayer I don’t deserve to whisper.Her warmth surrounds me, pulls me in, and for a heartbeat, I believe this moment could stretch forever.Her lips ghost over mine between breaths, and every kiss is another vow I never knew how to make until her.
She sighs into me, her nails tracing along my back—not clawing, not desperate yet, just touching, as if she’s mapping every ridge of me, as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she doesn’t memorize me.
“I can feel you everywhere,” she breathes, and it unravels me.
“Good,” I murmur against her mouth.“I want you to.I want ...all of you to know me.”
My hips roll slowly, deliberately, pushing deeper with each pass, keeping her body pinned against mine.We move together in silence broken only by her soft moans and the unsteady rhythm of our breathing.It’s not about release.Not yet.It’s about staying here, inside her, close enough that nothing else can touch us.
Her eyes meet mine, glossy and unguarded, and the look in them nearly breaks me.Because she’s letting me see her—completely, beautifully bare.
I press my forehead to hers, kissing her softly, swallowing her every gasp.“You feel like home,” I confess, the words slipping free before I can stop them.
Her fingers cradle my jaw, her lips trembling against mine as she whispers, “Then don’t ever leave.”
I thrust slowly again, her body clutching me tighter, her voice mingling with mine until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
Tender.Perfect.Fragile.
And yet, with every movement, I can feel the heat beginning to build—low and insistent, like fire smoldering beneath the quiet.
I stay buried deep, moving inside her slowly, my forehead pressed to hers.Every sound she makes slides straight into me.Every sigh, every tremor.It’s so soft I almost forget how badly it hurt when she walked away the first time.
But I don’t forget.
My thumb strokes along her jaw as I keep my hips rolling in that slow, careful rhythm.“Look at me,” I whisper.“Please.”
Her eyes flutter open, glassy and wide.
“You left once.”My voice cracks.“I let you go.I didn’t fight you.But don’t ...don’t do that again.Not to me.Not to us.”My fingers slip into her hair, holding her face close to mine.“Promise me you’ll stay.Promise me you’ll let me and Barret love you.All of you.No more running.”
