I lift her slightly, positioning myself, and then she's sinking down onto me with agonizing slowness. Her head falls back, lips parting on a gasp that she quickly muffles by biting her lower lip. Remembering Amisra asleep in the next room, keeping quiet even though I can see the effort it takes.
Once she's fully seated, we both pause—breathing hard, adjusting to the sensation of finally being joined like this. No barriers, no hesitation, just the two of us and this perfect overwhelming connection.
"Okay?" My voice is strained.
"So much more than okay." She lifts slightly and sinks back down, setting a rhythm that makes my vision blur. "Gods, Valas?—"
I help guide her movements, hands on her hips as she rides me with increasing confidence. She's breathtaking like this—head thrown back, chest heaving with each breath, her body moving with fluid grace that makes something primal and possessive roar to life inside me.
Mine. She's mine. Chose me, wants me, is giving herself to me freely.
Her pleasure builds quickly, I can feel it in the way her muscles tighten, the way her breathing becomes more desperate. I slide one hand between us to stroke her clit and she has to press her own hand over her mouth to muffle the cry that tears from her throat as she comes.
The sight of her falling apart pushes me dangerously close to my own edge, but I'm not ready for this to end. Not when I've waited months for this, dreamed of having her like this, bare and willing and completely mine.
I flip us carefully, keeping us joined as I settle her beneath me on the bed. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and the new angle makes both of us groan.
"Please." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "Don't hold back. I want all of you."
I brace myself on my forearms, caging her beneath me as I start to move. The exhaustion that was dragging at me earlier has burned away, replaced by pure need and the overwhelming desire to claim her so thoroughly she'll never doubt who she belongs to.
Not as property. As choice. As love.
The thought should terrify me but it doesn't. It just feels right. Inevitable. Like every moment since I met her has been leading to this—to us tangled together in firelight, moving asone, building toward something that feels bigger than just physical pleasure.
Keira's hand finds my face, pulling me down for a kiss that's messy and desperate and perfect. I swallow her moans, muffling them with my mouth while my body drives into hers with increasing urgency.
"Valas—" She breaks the kiss, gasping. "I'm close again?—"
"Me too." I adjust the angle slightly, hitting deeper, and her whole body arches beneath me. "Come with me, starlight. Let me feel you."
She shatters, her inner muscles clenching around me in rhythmic waves that drag my own orgasm from me with devastating force. I bury my face against her neck, muffling my groan against her skin as pleasure crashes through me in overwhelming surges.
We stay locked together as the aftershocks fade, both of us trembling and breathless. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic pace of my own.
After a long moment, I carefully roll us to the side, keeping her close. She makes a soft sound of protest when we separate but immediately curls against my chest, one leg thrown over my hip and her hand resting over my heart.
"That was—" She stops, laughing quietly. "I don't even have words."
"Perfect." I press a kiss to her forehead, my hand stroking up and down her spine. "You were perfect. Are perfect."
She tilts her head up to look at me, and the expression on her face makes my chest tight. Soft and open and vulnerable in a way I've never seen her before.
"I love you." The words spill out before I can stop them, raw and honest. "I know it's too soon and too much but I don't care. I love you, Keira. I'm completely in love with you and I have been for months."
Her eyes fill with tears but she's smiling. "It's not too soon. And I love you too. That's what I realized tonight when I thought I might lose you—that I'm in love with you and I've been fighting it because I was afraid. But I'm not afraid anymore."
I kiss her, pouring every ounce of emotion I'm feeling into it. Gratitude and relief and love so overwhelming it feels like it might consume me from the inside out.
When we finally break apart, she settles back against my chest with a contented sigh. My hand finds hers, our fingers tangling together in the space between our bodies.
"Stay." The word comes out softer than I intend. "Not just tonight. Stay with me. Choose this—choose us—every day. Let me love you the way you deserve."
"Yes." No hesitation, no fear. Just simple certainty. "Yes to all of it."
20
KEIRA
