I groan into her neck, teeth scraping that spot below her ear that always makes her shiver. "Tell me what you need, baby."
"You." No hesitation. Voice rough. "Inside me. Right fucking now."
I don't tease. I line up, push in slow at first so she feels every thick inch stretching her. She arches hard, nails carving lines down my back, a sharp hiss escaping through her teeth. When I'm buried to the hilt I freeze, forehead pressed to hers, both of us breathing ragged.
"You feel that?" I rasp, voice wrecked. "That's us. Not letting go. Ever."
She clenches around me on purpose, eyes locked on mine in the dim light. "Never."
I start moving. Deep, deliberate rolls of my hips that make the headboard tap the wall in a steady rhythm. Her moans get louder, breathier, turning into these broken little sounds every time I bottom out. My name spills from her lips over and over like a prayer she can't stop saying.
I hook one of her legs higher over my hip, open her up more, change the angle just enough to drag against that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open.
"Fuck, yes," she gasps, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Right there. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
I don't. I give her everything. Harder. Faster. Skin slapping skin, sweat slicking between us. We're shaking, chasing it together, hearts hammering so loud I swear I can feel hers against my chest.
Her hands slide up to cradle my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. She pulls me down until our mouths crash together again. This kiss isn't frantic anymore. It's deep. Slow. Like we're trying to crawl inside each other's skin.
"I see you," she whispers against my lips between thrusts. "All of you. The kid who fucked up. The soldier who survived. The man who thinks he doesn't deserve this. I see every piece and I want them all."
My rhythm stutters. Something cracks open in my chest. "Savannah…"
"You're mine," she says, voice fierce even as her body trembles. "And I'm yours. No more running. No more hiding the ugly shit. We carry it together."
I drop my forehead to hers again, eyes burning. "I don't know how to be good enough for you."
"You already are." She clenches around me again, deliberate, pulling a groan out of me. "You came back to me tonight. You told me the truth. That's more than enough."
I kiss her hard, swallowing whatever else she was going to say. My thrusts slow but go deeper, grinding against her clit with every roll. She's trembling harder now, thighs quaking around my hips.
"Come with me," I growl low against her ear. "Let go, baby. I've got you. Always."
She breaks first. Back bowing off the mattress, a raw cry tearing out of her throat as she clamps down around me, pulsing hot and tight and perfect. Her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me. That pulls me over the edge. I slam deep one last time, come hard inside her with a guttural sound that feels like it rips straight from my soul.
We collapse in a sweaty, shaking heap. I roll us so she's on top, still buried inside her, her head tucked under my chin. My arms lock around her back like I'll fight death itself to keep her right here. Her heartbeat thuds against my chest, fast and strong, matching mine.
She presses lazy kisses along my collarbone, up my throat, under my jaw. "I love you," she murmurs. "The whole messy, broken, beautiful you."
I swallow hard, fingers threading through her damp hair. "I love you too. More than I know what to do with."
She lifts her head, looks down at me with those honey-hazel eyes that always see straight through my bullshit. "Then don't do anything with it. Just let it be. Let us be."
I pull her down for another kiss, slower this time. Softer. Like we're sealing something permanent. When we break apart she rests her forehead against mine again, noses brushing.
"We're soul mates, Lucky," she whispers. "I don't care if that sounds cheesy. I felt it the first time you looked at me like I was the only person in the room. And I feel it now. Like every fucked-up thing that ever happened to either of us was just leading us here."
My throat burns. I don't have words for how much that hits. So I just hold her tighter, roll my hips once more just to feel her gasp against my mouth, still sensitive, still connected.
"Yeah," I finally manage, voice rough. "Here. With you. That's all I want."
She smiles against my lips, small and real and mine. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go either."
We stay like that for a long time. Tangled. Breathing each other in. No rush to move. No need to talk more. Just us. Finally whole.
TWENTY
SAVANNAH
