No part of me held back. No faltering. No panic.
I chose this.
I choseher.
The moment I felt her hand tremble in mine, the moment she said she wanted me, it was like something ancient inside me opened. Something I didn’t know I’d locked. And now I can’t close it again.
The sex was fire and storm. But not chaos.
It wasworship.
I remember every second.
The way she arched under me, mouth open on a gasp as I filled her inch by inch, our bodies fitting together like we’d been carved for it. I’d held her hips, guiding her, grounding her, resisting the urge to lose control too fast. Her pussy was slick and hot and so damntightI nearly saw stars.
And when she looked up at me—flushed and wild and beautiful—I felt the bond snap into place like a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my whole life.
She is the first thing in the universe that has ever feltreal.
My hands had memorized her, dragging across her ribs, cupping her breast, stroking the curve of her ass while she rode me like she was taking back her body, her power, her choice.
And when I flipped her beneath me, pinning her down, thrusting into her deep and slow—watching her mouth drop open as she moaned my name—I knew I’d never forget the shape of that sound.
She came around me hard, shuddering like the moment broke her open, and I followed on a growl I barely recognized as mine. Every pulse of release felt like giving something away I wasn’t meant to share.
And I’d do it again.
Over and over and over.
I shift slightly.
Her breath hitches and then settles again.
She’s still asleep. Deep, slow sleep. Trusting.
That’s the part I can’t process.
She trusts me.
Her hand curls against my chest, palm over my heart. She doesn’t pull away, even in rest. Her breathing syncs with mine like we’ve done this a hundred times, not just once. Like her body remembers me. Like her soul does too.
I tilt my head and look at her—really look.
Her hair is a mess of dark tangles on my shoulder. A faint sheen of sweat glistens along her neck. Her lashes twitch in REM sleep. Her lips are parted slightly, still swollen from where I kissed her too hard and too long and not nearly enough.
I want to kiss her again.
Wake her just to feel her mouth on mine.
But I don’t.
She needs the rest.
I’ll keep watch.
Like always.
I adjust the blanket—hers now, because I ran hot and she’d shivered slightly before she drifted off. I tuck it up over her back, trailing my fingers down her spine before pulling my hand away before it becomes a temptation again.
