Her whisper caught me off guard. It hit something deep inside me, the part that never wanted to lose another person who mattered.
I didn’t know what the future held. Hell, I barely knew how to handle it. But in that moment. I knew one thing—I was fallingfor her. And maybe, just maybe, she was the only thing worth fighting for.
Her body against mine was a lifeline. Every breath she took, every small movement, tore down the walls I’d built so carefully. I wasn’t used to feeling that way, soft, vulnerable, desperate all at once, but with Lucy, it was different.
I traced the curve of her jaw with my thumb, feeling the rough skin beneath my fingertips. Her eyes caught mine, searching, maybe looking for a truth I wasn’t sure I could say out loud.
“I don’t want to lose you,” I admitted, voice rough from more than the fight.
Her lips parted like she was about to speak, but I closed the space between us again. slower, letting the tension stretch, letting her feel it as much as I did.
Her hands threaded in my hair, holding me like I was hers to keep. God, I wanted to be.
“Then don’t.”
I pressed my mouth to her neck, teasing, nipping, letting her feel my want before I took her lips again. She shivered, pressing closer, and I could feel her pulse thrumming under my fingers.
I slid my hands under her top, skin meeting skin, and she melted against me. She wasn’t just fire, she was mine. I needed her, needed the connection more than anything else.
Slowly, we shed our layers, piece by piece, letting anticipation build between us. Her eyes never left mine, daring me, teasing me.
“You sure you want this?” I whispered, my lips brushing hers.
Her smirk was answer enough. “I’m yours, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then take what’s yours.”
I didn’t hesitate. I shoved her legs wide and moved between them like I owned the space, because I did. Her panties were gone with a single drag down her thighs.
I kissed a trail from her ankle up to her heat, slow and deliberate. She tensed, her breath catching, and I grinned against her skin. She was already mine, but I needed to taste her,mark her from the inside out.
My tongue slid through her folds and I groaned, low, rough, possessive at the way she tasted. Sweet and addictive. She cried out, and I lost control. I devoured her like I’d been starved, licking, sucking, pushing a finger into her tight heat.
Lucy’s fingers fisted in my hair and yanked painful, sharp, but it only drove me harder. I moaned against her and kept going.
“Jay, I need you. Now.”Her voice cracked, hips writhing under me.
I shoved my boxers down, enough to free my cock, already heavy and leaking. I reached towards the drawer for a condom out of habit, but her hand shot out, gripping my wrist.
“No, Jay. I don’t want anything between us. Not anymore.”
I froze, eyes locked on hers. “Luce?” My arms trembled with restraint. The thought of being buried in her bare with no barrier, slick and wrapped around me, had me gritting my teeth. “I’ve never fucked without one.”
“Then I’ll be your first.” Her voice didn’t waver. “I’m on contraception. And if I’m really yours, if you’re claiming me, then nothing should be between us. Right?”
My jaw clenched. My reply came out like a growl. “You are mine.”
Itookher. Fast. Deep. Claiming her with every thrust. She gasped, moaned, wrapped around me like she never wanted to let go.
Her nails raked my back, her legs locked tight around my hips, pulling me in. Her body met mine like itknewI belonged there.
Her moans. My name on her lips. It lit a fuse under my skin.
I kissed her hard, deep, tasting her cries. One hand gripped her hip, the other traced her curves like I was memorizing the shape of my future.
When I pressed deeper, moving with her like we were built for it, it wasn’t only sex. It was a claim. A promise. A surrender that belonged to both of us.
