My thighs burned. My muscles ached. Sweat gathered at the base of my spine. But none of it mattered. Not when Wrecker stared up at me like I hung the stars. Not when every grind of my hips brought us closer to the edge.
He sat up, wrapping his arms around my back, mouth dragging across my collarbone as he whispered my name like a prayer. I kissed him deep, biting his tongue, tasting the remnants of my own pleasure still on his lips.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered hoarsely, voice wrecked.
I obeyed without hesitation, sliding a hand between us. My fingers found my clit, slick and swollen, and I rubbed in tight, fast circles while he filled me from below.
The pressure built fast.
“Wrecker,” I gasped.
“I’ve got you.”
My fingers moved faster. His cock throbbed deep inside me, every stroke hitting just right. My thighs trembled, the coil in my belly wound so tight I could barely hold on.
Wrecker kissed my jaw, my cheek, the edge of my mouth. “That’s it, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”
His words hit something raw and open in me. Not because I needed him tosaveme.
But because I trusted him toholdme.
I snapped.
My body shattered around him. White hot heat seared through me as I moaned his name, loud and broken. I could feel my body clenching down so hard I felt him twitch inside me.
He swore, low and brutal. “Fuck—Amanda?—”
I didn’t stop moving. Even as I came, even as my vision blurred, I kept grinding against him, milking him for every last drop.
His grip turned punishing. His hips bucked once, twice, and then he was gone too. A hoarse, guttural cry ripped from his chest as he came, spilling deep inside me, holding me like he never wanted to let go.
I collapsed against him, breath ragged, forehead pressed to his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around me. Rocked me through the aftershocks.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
Wrecker didn’t let go.
His arms stayed locked around me like I was the only thing holding him together. And maybe I was, because right now, he sure as hell was the only thing holdingmetogether.
Our skin was sticky. My thighs still trembled. But he kept rocking us gently, his hand sliding up and down my back like he couldn’t stop touching me.
Like hedidn’t want to.
“Breathe,” he whispered against my hair. “You okay?”
I nodded into his shoulder, still curled in his lap. “Yeah. Just… didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“Like what?”
“Likemine.”
His chest rose against mine. Slow and deep.
Then his mouth found the top of my head, and he kissed it. Soft. Reverent.
“You are,” he said. “You’ve always been mine.”
