He shifts his angle, pressing against a spot inside me that makes me cry out. Stars explode behind my eyelids. My back arches off the mattress. My hips rise to match his rhythm. My breath comes faster. And so does his.
"Come for me, little rose." His voice is gravel and sin against my ear. "Let me feel you. So fucking perfect. So good and sweet."
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me in waves, my body clamping around him like a vice. I scream his name, my legs locked around his hips, my nails drawing blood from his shoulders. The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming, more intense than anything I've ever experienced.
He follows me over the edge.
I feel him swell inside me, feel the hot pulse of his release filling me, and the sensation triggers another wave of pleasure that has me sobbing against his shoulder. He groans my name like it's torn from somewhere deep in his soul, his hips jerking as he empties himself completely.
We collapse together, breathing hard, slick with sweat, hearts pounding in tandem.
"Drake." My voice comes out soft, wondering. I've never felt anything like this. Never knew my body could feel this way. "That was..."
"I know." He presses a kiss to my forehead, tender and reverent. "I know, little rose."
He eases out of me carefully, and I wince at the sudden emptiness. Then he pulls me into his arms, and the emptiness fades. His chest is warm against my cheek. His heartbeat drums steady beneath my ear. His arms wrap around me like he's afraid I'll disappear if he lets go.
"Are you okay, baby girl?" The concern in his voice makes my chest tight.
"You made me feel things I didn't know I could feel." I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "That's not hurt. That's the opposite of hurt."
His arms tighten around me and he pulls me into him until all my softness molds to the hard muscles of his body.
We lie in silence for a long time, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chicago glitters like a field of earthbound stars. The only sound is the soft rhythm of our breathing.
I gave him everything tonight. My body. My trust. The last piece of myself I'd been protecting.
And for the first time in years, I don't feel emptied. I feel full. Complete. Like I've finally found the place I was always meant to be.
In his arms. In his bed. In his life.
I'm falling in love with Drake Moses. Maybe I've already fallen. Maybe I fell the moment he showed up at my apartment like some angry, avenging dark angel.
Whatever this is, wherever it leads, I'm not running from it anymore.
I chose him. And I'd choose him again.
We lie there in comfortable silence for a long while, absorbing each other’s warmth.
"Drake?"
"Hmm?" His voice is a sleepy rumble against my hair, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
I've been lying here listening to his heartbeat slow from frantic to steady. My body aches in all the right places, a delicious soreness that reminds me with every shift and stretch of what we just did. Of what I gave him. Of what he gave me in return.
But there's a question that's been circling through my mind since the moment he slid inside me. A question I've been too scared to ask until now.
"The heir clause." I keep my voice soft, my cheek pressed to his chest so I don't have to meet his eyes. "The baby the contract says I'm supposed to give you. Do you actually want that? A family? Or is it just about the promise to your mother?"
His hand stills on my hip. For a long moment, he doesn't answer, and my heart climbs into my throat. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Maybe it's too soon. Maybe I've just ruined the most perfect night of my life by dragging contracts and obligations back into the space between us.
Then he exhales, and his arm tightens around me.
"I used to think it was just the promise." His voice is rough, honest in a way that makes my chest ache. "Something I owed her. For everything she sacrificed for me and Jonah. A box to check before I die. When I claimed your wish, that's all I was thinking about. The promise I made to a dying womanwho wanted her son to have something more than money and enemies."
"And now?"
