I pull back to look at her, really look at her. Her hair is a tangled mess around her head, her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her cheeks are flushed with a rosy glow. She's never been more beautiful.
And she's mine.
"Amore mio, sei incantevole," I say, my voice thick with emotion. My love, you're enchanting.
I kiss her again, because I can. Because all this time, I thought I was the one who was obsessed. I thought I was the one who couldn't get her out of my head. But she was right there all along, feeling the same things, fighting the same battle.
The thought is humbling. And terrifying.
Outside of our little bubble, we still have problems. But they'll all still be there tomorrow.
Instead, I focus on her. On this. On the miracle of her body wrapped around mine. I pour everything I can’t say into my touch, into my kiss, into the way I move inside her.
I want to make her forget the world. I want to make her forget everything but me. I want to brand myself onto her soul.
I shift my hips, just enough to make her gasp, and she tightens around me in response.
"You're so sensitive," I murmur against her ear. "I love it."
She whimpers and arches her back, asking for more.
So I give it to her. I slide a hand between us, my fingers finding her clit, and she cries out, her hips bucking against my hand.
"Yes," she gasps. "Right there. Just like that."
I circle her clit, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, and I feel her begin to tighten around me. Her muscles tense, and she arches, her legs trembling as she teeters on the edge.
I want to draw this out, to make it last, but the feel of her, the sounds she’s making, the sight of her lost in pleasure, it’s all too much. I can’t hold back.
I increase the pressure on her clit, and she comes apart in my arms, her body convulsing, my name on her lips. Her inner walls clamp down on me so hard it's almost painful.
I don't stop. I can't stop. I thrust into her, harder, deeper.
"I want all of you," I groan. "Everything."
"Yes," she whispers, her hands fisted in my hair. "Take it."
My own release barrels through me, a white-hot explosion that steals my breath and leaves me shaking. I bury my face in her neck, my body shuddering against hers as I pour myself into her.
When it’s over, I collapse onto her, my full weight resting on her for a moment before I have the presence of mind to roll us, taking her with me so she's lying on top of me, her head pillowed on my chest.
I don't want to crush her. I don't want to let her go.
Her body is limp and sated, her breath a soft puff against my skin. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, and I don't think I've ever felt this content. This complete.
I trail my fingers up and down her spine, and she shivers, pressing a soft kiss against my chest.
"Wow," she whispers, her voice muffled against my skin.
I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest. "Is that all you have to say? 'Wow'?"
She lifts her head to look at me, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. "You got anything better to say?"
My chest swells with a smug, masculine pride. I did that. I made her feel that way.
I brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. "Actually, I think 'wow'pretty much sums it up."
She laughs, and the sound is music to my ears. Her whole face lights up, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and I feel something inside me shift.
