He watched my face as I came, never looked away, just held me through it, body pressed flush against mine until I could breathe again.
When he pushed inside, it was like he’d never left me. The stretch hurt, good and sharp, and I clenched around him, drawing him deeper. We moved together, hips grinding in a rhythm older than either of us, and every time I thought I’d reached the end of what I could feel, he pulled me further, made me want more.
The sun on my face, the scrape of denim and leather, the way his hands held my hips like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. I clawed at his back, needing to leave a mark, needing him to know he was real, we were real.
He fucked me harder, the force of it making my teeth rattle, my voice a high, helpless moan. He was talking to methe whole time, low words against my throat, my shoulder, sometimes just my name, over and over, like a prayer or a curse.
When I came again, it was too much. I bit his shoulder, hard, and he groaned, thrusting once, twice, then shuddering into me, his hands tight on my ass as he spent himself.
We collapsed together, skin hot and sticky, his sweat mixing with mine, my pulse a thunder under my ribs. For a long time, neither of us moved. Just the wind, the sun, the world below us oblivious to what we’d done.
Dean kissed my forehead, then my mouth, then every knuckle of my hand. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered.
I snorted, but it came out as a half-sob, half-laugh. “You need new glasses.”
He pulled me into his lap, cradling me like something precious. For a while, we just sat, watching the town wake up far below—the glint of the new shelter in the morning light, the small, determined cars crawling the highway, the endless, empty land beyond.
The sun climbed higher, erasing every shadow. I traced the line of his jaw with my thumb, then kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Let’s just stay here for a bit,” I said. “Before someone comes looking for us.”
He grinned, all wolf. “You read my mind.”
I leaned against him, let the heat and the hunger and the hope wrap around us like a new skin. For the first time, I didn’t worry about who was watching or what would come next.
We were alive. We were together.
