They both groaned at the sensation. She was tight around him, impossibly tight, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He held still, giving her time to adjust, his arms trembling with the effort of not moving.
"Okay?" he managed.
"More than okay." She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Move. Please move."
He started slow. Long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of him. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You feel incredible," he groaned, pulling back until just the tip of him remained inside her, then sliding deep again. "So hot. So tight.”
He buried his face in her neck and began to move faster, harder, driven by an instinct older than thought. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take him deeper, her body arching beneath his.
He shifted his angle, searching, and knew he'd found it when she cried out sharply, her nails raking down his back. There. He focused on that spot, driving into her with steady, relentless pressure, feeling her clench around him each time he hit it.
"Corin." His name came out broken, desperate. "Oh god, right there. Don't stop."
"Never." He braced himself on one forearm and slid his other hand between their bodies, finding her clit with his thumb. She jolted at the contact, a high keen escaping her throat. "I could do this forever. Feel you wrapped around me. Hear the sounds you make."
She was so wet he could hear it, the slick sound of their bodies joining filling the room along with her moans and his ragged breathing. He circled her clit in time with his thrusts, slow and deliberate, building the pressure until she was writhing beneath him.
"You're so beautiful like this," he breathed against her ear, his voice rough with need. "Coming apart for me. Letting me see you."
"Only you." She turned her head to capture his mouth, the kiss messy and uncoordinated but perfect. "Only ever you."
The pleasure built like a wave, slow and inexorable. He could feel her getting close, could feel the flutter of her inner wallsaround his cock, the way her thighs trembled where they gripped his hips. Her fingers clenched desperately in his hair, tugging hard enough to sting.
"That's it," he murmured, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. "Let go. I want to feel you come on my cock."
Her whole body tensed, her back bowing off the mattress, and then she shattered with a cry that might have been his name, her whole body convulsing, her pussy gripping him so tight he saw stars. He thrust through her orgasm, prolonging it, wringing every last tremor from her body before finally letting himself go.
His release hit him like a thunderclap. He spilled inside her with a groan that might have been her name, his hips jerking, his vision whiting out at the edges. The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave, until he was empty and trembling and collapsed against her.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. They lay breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin. Corin shifted just enough to take his weight off her, but he didn't pull out. Didn't want to break the connection yet.
"That was..." Chloe's voice was hoarse. "I don't have words."
"Neither do I." He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. "Are you okay?"
"I'm better than okay." She turned her head to look at him, and what he saw in her eyes made his heart clench. Tenderness. Trust. Something that looked a lot like the love she hadn't said yet. "I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
He gathered her near his chest, pulling the quilts up around them. The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it. They had each other for warmth.
"Stay tonight," he whispered into her hair.
"I wasn't planning on leaving."
"Good." He kissed the top of her head. "Because I'm not sure I could let you go."
She laughed softly, her body relaxing into his. "Possessive bear."
"Only with you."
They lay in comfortable silence, her head pillowed on his chest, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her back. The mate bond hummed between them, stronger now, but that wasn't what made this moment perfect. What made it perfect was her choice. Her trust. Her body soft and sated in his arms.
"Corin?"
"Mmm?"
"I think I love you too." The words came out quiet, almost shy. "I'm not ready to say it for certain yet. But I think... I think I'm getting there."
