“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”
He picks up the pace just enough, chasing his own release now. His grip tightens on my hip, possessive.
“Gonna come inside you, baby. Fill you up. You want that? Want Daddy’s cum deep where you’re still fluttering around me?”
“Yes—please—” I gasp.
He buries himself to the hilt with a guttural sound, cock pulsing as he spills inside me. I feel every hot spurt, the warmth spreading, claiming. He shudders, face buried in my neck, breathing hard.
For long minutes we stay locked together, his weight comforting instead of heavy. He kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
“You did so good,” he whispers. “My perfect girl.”
I smile against his skin, sleepy and sated and utterly his.
“I’m safe here,” I murmur.
He tightens his arms around me. “Always, baby. Always.”
My heart feels too big for my chest.
“And right now,” he continues, softer, “I want to hold you until you can breathe again.”
The tenderness in that almost wrecks me more than anything else.
I blink fast. “Okay.”
He pulls me into his arms, folding me against him.
His hand slides up my back, firm and protective. My cheek rests against his chest, and his heartbeat is steady—strong.
For a moment, I let myself imagine a life where this is normal. Where I wake up warm. Where Aidan grows up safe. Where Sophie isn’t gone.
Where I get to keep Gavin.
But reality nudges in, sharp and cold.
“What if they come back?” I whisper.
Gavin’s arms tighten around me. “Then they’ll meet me.”
I pull back just enough to look at him. “You’re really going to do this.”
“Yes,” he says simply. “I already am.”
My throat tightens again, but this time it isn’t just grief.
It’s something else.
Something terrifying.
Something bright.
I rest my hands on his chest and whisper, “I don’t know how to be this… person. The one who wants things.”
Gavin brushes his lips over my forehead. “Then I’ll teach you.”
My breath catches.
