She does it again.
Slow at first—testing, adjusting—then with more confidence as she finds a rhythm that makes her head fall back and her mouth open on a soft moan.
I grip her hips, guiding, meeting each movement with a thrust of my own.
We find a rhythm together.
A pace that is not frantic, not timid. Deep. Consuming. A slow burn that climbs and climbs until every nerve feels strung with lightning.
Her hands flatten on my chest; her nails scrape lightly over my skin with each roll of her hips.
“Look at me,” I say again, because I need it.
She does.
Our gazes lock, and the world collapses to that line.
Every push, every pull, every stroke is written there—in the widening of her pupils, the tremor in her mouth, the soft, involuntary sound she makes when I hit a certain angle.
“Flavius…” she gasps. “You feel… I have no words.”
“Good,” I say, voice shattering. “You talk enough. Now, let your body speak.”
A breathless laugh breaks from her even as her rhythm falters, hips grinding down harder, chasing something only she can feel.
I shift my angle, tilting my hips, and thrust up into her with a slow, relentless drive that makes her cry out.
“There,” she whimpers. “Right there, right there, don’t stop—”
“Non desinam,” I promise, the Latin fraying with my control. I won’t stop.
Her hands fly to my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones as if she’s trying to hold my gaze as everything else comes apart.
“Tell me,” she begs. “Tell me what you feel.”
Everything.
All of it.
“You,” I choke. “Only you.Te volo. Totus tuus sum. Omnia in me… yours.”
Her breath shudders at the sound, at the rawness I can’t hide.
“What does it mean?” she whispers, her words ragged.
“It means…” I thrust up into her again, slow and deep, watching her break. “It means I am yours. All of me.”
Her eyes shine.
“Flavius,” she says, voice shaking with pleasure and something bigger, “I— I’m—”
“I know,” I grunt. “Let go. I will follow.”
I slide one hand between us, fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the heart of her. I circle it, gentle but sure, matching the pressure with the rhythm of my thrusts.
Her whole body bows.
The orgasm takes her hard.
