When I pull back, my cock is in the same state—wet, shining, sliding against her with a sound that’s obscene and wet. Despite how dizzy it leaves me, I rock back into her clutch, watching myself disappear inside her over and over.
“Feels good.” She murmurs her pleasure, and her thighs tremble against my hips. “River, it’s okay. Please—”
She reaches for my wrist, squeezing tight as I press against her sensitive nub. Hearing her moan my name again, something shifts inside me. Unlocks. I make it my mission to hear her say it over and over until her voice has gone raspy, until she forgets every word except mine.
I take her words as permission. Permission to move quicker. To thrust deeper. To give her everything she wants and everything she didn’t know she needed.
I abandon her clit, but only to shove her thighs wider. To swoop in harder and deeper. My hips find a rhythm that has her head pressing back into the pillow, her mouth falling open on a silent cry.
“That’s it,” I growl, the words torn from somewhere deep within me. “Take all of me.”
I’m losing myself. The careful control I’ve maintained for months suddenly doesn’t exist, as if it never did in the first place. It all crumbles. Now there’s only the way she feels clenching around me, pulling me deeper, begging without words.
Her nails rake down my back. Her legs wrap around my waist. And when I hit something inside her that makes her cry out loud enough to bounce off the walls, I know I’ve found it.
“River, I’m—”
“Come for me.” It’s not a request. It’s a command, rough and demanding. “Come on my cock, Daliah. Let me feel it.”
Her body obeys before her mouth can. She falls apart beneath me, crying out my name like a revelation, like I’m the only thing in this world that matters. Her inner walls clamp down so hard that my vision goes blurry, and the sound she makes, all broken up and perfect, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
I don’t last after that.
I crush her against the bed, burying myself as deep as I can go, and come so hard my hearing rings with it. White hot and endless, wave after wave, until I’m empty and shaking and still buried inside her, still connected, still hers in a way I’ve never been anyone’s.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. My heart pounds against my ribs, against her chest, a wild rhythm that slowly begins to steady. I’m draped over her like a blanket, probably too heavy, but she’s not pushing me away. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I could stay here forever.
“I love you.” The words slip out before I can catch them. Before I can second-guess or try to take them back. They’re just hanging in the air between us, waiting for a response.
I should be terrified. I’m not.
I push up just enough to look at her, to make sure she heard, to make sure she knows I mean it. “Be mine.”
She laughs so soft and warm and full of something that sounds like joy—and pats my back like I’m ridiculous in the best way. “I’ve always been yours.”
The words hit me somewhere deep. Somewhere I didn’t know was still capable of being hit. I kiss her, because I can now, because she’s mine and I’m hers, and saying it out loud changes everything.
When we finally break apart, she’s smiling lazily at me, her hand coming up to stroke my face. Her fingers trace my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, like she’s memorizing me.
“So,” she says, her voice still husky from crying out my name, “would you like to stay for dinner?”
I blink. The answer is obvious, isn’t it? My stare makes her grin.
“After that, I can actually show you the hive.” Her eyes light up with genuine excitement. “I want to show off what I love.”
What she loves. Bees. Honey. The work she’s poured her soul into. And me, apparently. Me too. Will she try to show me off from now on?
“Yeah.” The word comes out rough. I clear my throat. “I’d like that. A lot.”
She grins, and it’s like watching the sun come up.
“Can I stay tomorrow too?”
She laughs again, that beautiful sound that makes my chest ache, and pulls me down for another kiss. When she speaks, her lips are still brushing mine.
“You can stay forever if it means I get to spend every day with you.”
Forever. With her.
