She came screaming.
Two.
I didn't give her any time to recover. Instead, I edged her. Brought her right to the cliff three times in a row—right to that moment where her whole body tensed and her breathing stopped—and then I pulled back.
By the fourth time, she was crying. Actual tears streaming down her face.
"Please," she begged. "Please, I need?—"
"What do you need, little bird?"
"To come—please?—"
I slid three fingers inside her. Curled them hard against that spot. Put my mouth back on her clit.
"Then take it."
She shattered. This orgasm ripped through her violently—her whole body seizing, a broken scream tearing from her throat. Not my name. Just sound. Pure and desperate.
I worked her through it until she went limp.
Three.
By then, I was so hard it hurt. My cock leaked against my stomach, desperate to be inside of her.
But I wasn't done.
I crawled up her body. Positioned myself at her entrance. The head of my cock nudging against her, slick and hot and so fucking ready.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked.
"You."
"Say it again."
"I belong to you, Milo."
I pushed inside. Slowly. Inch by inch. Letting her feel every bit of me stretching her, filling her.
When I was buried to the hilt, I stopped. Held completely still.
"Milo—"
"Tell me you'll run if Viktor comes for you."
She went still beneath me.
"Promise me," I said. "Promise me that if I can't protect you—if this goes wrong—you'll disappear. Even if it means leaving me behind."
"I'm not?—"
I pulled out. Slammed back in. She gasped.
"Promise. Me."
Silence. Then…
"I promise."
