It’s like soaring, like we’re weightless, suspended in a storm built from want and history and the kind of hunger that refuses to fade. His hands clamp around my hips, pulling me back onto him as he drives forward, our bodies meeting with a wet, perfect rhythm that steals every coherent thought from my mind.
“Lil’… I swear—” His voice breaks on a moan as I clench around him. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”
He kisses along the back of my neck, desperate, messy, perfect. “Let me hear you,” he whispers against my skin, thrusting up into me so hard I see stars. “Let me hear everything.”
“Matt—” I break on his name, my voice high, helpless, ruined. “I’m—I’m so close—”
His grip tightens. His hips slam up. And I swear the world tilts, cracks, explodes around us.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Show me… show me how much you need me.”
And I do.
I fall apart, shaking, gasping, crying out his name as pleasure ripples through me so violently I can barely cling to him. He holds me through it, thrusting through my climax untilhebreaks too, a raw, beautiful sound tearing from his throat as he spills into me, body shuddering against mine.
For a moment, we’re just a tangle of shaking limbs, leather, sweat, and breathless moans.
And then we start laughing. Quiet, breathless, giddy, like two people who’ve survived something impossible and finally get to live again.
“So much for the mask staying on,” I tease, twisting just enough to see the curve of his grin.
“So much for not saying my name,” he fires back, smug and ruined and beautiful.
I kiss him, slow and certain.
Because this—this ridiculous, chaotic, overwhelming love—is ours.
The past is behind us. The danger is gone. The ghosts have finally stopped chasing us.
And as Matt rolls us onto our sides, tucking me against his chest like he never intends to let me go again, I realise something with absolute, bone-deep clarity:
We made it.
Not perfect, not unscarred.
But together.
For the first time, the future doesn’t feel like something I’m chasing between London investors, half-finished sketches, and stolen moments. It doesn’t feel like a risk or a compromise.
It feels reel and tangible in a way I can’t wait to explore.
“Ready for whatever comes next?” Matt murmurs into my hair.
I smile, heart thudding steadily and sure.
“With you?” I whisper. “Always.”
And that’s how our new story begins—side by side, no secrets left, no fear between us, just love and heat and the whole damn future waiting.
Together.
Always.
