My breath hitches, and my eyes slide shut as he fills me in one slow, careful stroke, making my fingers dig into his shoulders. The familiar, drool-worthy stretch I feel to accommodate him scatters pleasure through me, and I can’t help but clench around him.
Wyatt groans at that, keeping a firm hold on me before pulling back, only to sink into me all over again, effortlessly drawing a moan from me.
“I’ll prove it as many times as I need to,” he utters, using his free hand to hold the back of my neck. At the same time, his lips hover above mine while he starts to move, building a gradual pace that betrays just how much he needs this. “In whatever position, at whatever pace.”
His words register in my pleasure-addled mind, but I can’t manage the words needed to reply. Not while his surprisingly deep thrusts have me pinned to the door, moaning and trembling.
At my shattered sounds, Wyatt groans before capturing my lips again, dragging them out while he ruts hard, keeping me pinned against him like he can’t stand the thought of this ending.
His pace is relentless, pulling an endless barrage of moans from me before his hand finds my mouth, gently clamping over it.
His pace hesitates as he murmurs, “As much as I want to hear you, I don’t need anyone asking questions.”
At that, I shiver, growing weaker from the touch. When he thrusts again, I groan into his palm, feeling myself falling apart.
“Christ,” Wyatt mutters, eyes glazed with desire, not stopping as he seeks out the same release.
Holding me as close as possible, his mouth drops to my neck, breath fanning gently as he muffles my sounds and moves greedily.
I try to keep myself grounded in the moment, but with all the pleasure he pumps into me, I can’t see past the haze. Everything in me coils up tight, bracing for the quickly approaching impact that has me arching and grappling at his body.
With a subtle adjustment of my thigh, Wyatt pushes in deeper, hitting the perfect spot that sends white-hot sensations tearing through me, and that’s all it takes.
In a rush, the euphoria crashes over me, hitting me so hard that my teeth graze his palm while I cry out. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my whole body convulses before fully releasing with a wave of bliss.
Wyatt’s body reacts instantly, thrusts quickening in a last-ditch effort to prolong it for me, then he releases my mouth, clutching onto me as he comes undone with a broken groan against my skin.
My skin prickles in the afterglow, oversensitive and heightened after such an overwhelming amount of stimulation. But I pant quietly through it, leaning both against him and the wall.
Wyatt helps stabilise me despite how boneless he is, and his forehead presses to mine. He swallows hard, and his grip softens. “Believe me now?”
His gruff tone stokes another streak of interest in me, somehow managing to drive me crazy all over again without even trying.
My nose brushes against his as my lips pull, blissed out and completely addicted.
“Yeah, I believe you.”
Chapter 23 - Wyatt
Morning comes faster than I anticipate, but there’s something slow and tender about it that makes me drink it in.
The blinds are half-open as sunlight spills in, casting warm beams across Elena’s bare shoulder. She’s curled on her side, lashes resting against her cheeks while she faces me, centering me with the gentle weight of her on me.
For once, she isn’t guarded or looking for a new angle to poke at. Instead, she’s peaceful. Sleeping like she doesn’t have a worry in the world, which is exactly how I want it to be.
Ignoring the usual urge to get up, I stay still to not wake her, and right here, right now, I’m exactly where I want to be.
With my arm draped over her waist, my hand fits where her hip curves inward, and I idly glide my fingers along her soft skin. I take a slow, content breath and try to commit all of this to memory.
The warmth, the tranquility, and the silent hope that this moment will stretch longer than it should.
Pieces of last night come back in waves, replaying in my mind with crystal clear images: her breath hitching with my movements, her nails biting into my shoulders while I gave her exactly what she wanted, and the way she matched me the entire time.
Before, I would’ve told myself it was inevitable due to the proximity and the pressure around us, but this time, it was different. Too profound to be mistaken for anything else.
Still, I don’t name it even to myself, even if I want more of this than I should.
Elena stirs just enough to draw herself closer, thighs brushing against mine right as my heart clenches. I lighten the brush of my thumb against her side in a barely-there touch, eliciting a soft, sleepy hum from her.
