“You’re perfect,” he whispers, voice cracked.“You feel so fucking perfect.”
His words undo me.My fingers claw at his back, nails digging in, desperate to anchor myself.My thighs tremble around his waist as the pressure coils tighter, and tighter, and tighter.
He groans when I clench around him.“God, baby.Just like that.”
His hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together, pinning it to the pillow above my head.The other slides down my side, settling on my thigh, spreading me wider.He’s deep now.So deep I can barely breathe, and I don’t want to.I just want this.Him.Devin.
It’s too much and not enough.Every thrust is pleasure and ache and sweetness tangled into something filthy and so, so good.My body is on fire.My skin hypersensitive.I feel everything.The way his hips grind into mine, the drag of his cock inside me, the warmth of his breath against my ear.
And then his voice is there, low and rough and reverent.
“Come for me.Let me feel you.”
My whole body tightens.I fall.
It hits hard, ripping through me like a wave, leaving me shaking and gasping and crying out his name.“Devin.”I come around him, pulsing, clenching, losing myself completely in the ecstasy he’s built so patiently.
He groans my name, spilling inside me, hips jerking, body going tense before he collapses against me, still deep, still trembling.His breath is hot against my neck, uneven, ragged, like he’s just survived something.
He doesn’t pull away.Just wraps his arms around me, pressing our bodies together like he needs to feel every inch of me.His lips find my cheek, then my forehead, soft and slow and sweet.
And that’s when it happens.
The tears come, sudden and quiet, sliding down the sides of my face as I lie there, still catching my breath.I don’t even know why.Relief maybe.Or release.Or just the sheer overwhelming feeling of being completely seen.
He doesn’t say anything.
He just holds me closer, like he already understands.
* * *
I wake sometime in the middle of the night, disoriented, confused about where I am.
Then I feel him.Warm, solid, still here.
Devin.
He's asleep beside me, one arm still around my waist, face relaxed in a way I've never seen it.
He looks younger like this.Softer.The hard edges smoothed away by sleep.
I watch him for a long moment, my heart doing something complicated in my chest.
This is dangerous.Letting him in.Letting myself care.Letting myself need him.
Because need makes you vulnerable.Need gives people power over you.
But lying here in the dark, safe in his arms, I can't make myself regret it.
I can't make myself wish I'd stayed alone tonight.
The fear is still there, still lurking at the edges, reminding me that Declan's out there somewhere, that danger's never far.
But so is something else.
Something that feels like hope.
I should be terrified of how much I need him already.
