“Come for me.”
She shatters. Her body convulses, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, a broken cry tearing from her throat. I don’t stop—work her through it, drawing out the pleasure until she’s gasping and pushing at my shoulders.
“Too much—I can’t?—”
I relent. Press one final kiss to her inner thigh. Crawl up her body until we’re face to face.
“That’s one.” I brush sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. “I plan on at least two more tonight.”
“Two—” She stares at me. “You’re insane.”
“No. I’m thorough.” I take her mouth in a kiss that lets her taste herself on my lips. “And we have time. All the time in the world.”
I strip off the rest of my clothes. Position myself at her entrance. Hold there, not pushing in, letting her feel what’s coming.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine. Bright with aftershocks, dark with renewed need.
“I will not let you go.”
The words land between us. Not romantic. Not a declaration of love—I don’t have those words in me. But a truth as immutable as gravity. As certain as my own heartbeat.
“I know.” Her hands cup my face. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
I slide into her slowly. Not the desperate thrust of before—a gradual claiming. Feeling every inch of her wrap around me. Watching her face as she takes me fully.
“Perfect.” I hold still inside her, savor the sensation. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I move with deliberate patience. Long, slow strokes that let us both feel everything. Her nails dig into my back. Her legs wrap around my waist. Her breath comes in broken gasps that match the rhythm I set.
“Faster—”
“No.” I maintain my pace. Relentless. “Not until I’m ready.”
She makes a frustrated sound that turns into a moan when I angle my hips differently. Hit the spot that makes her eyes roll back.
“There.” I do it again. And again. “That’s where you need it.”
I learn her from the inside. Discover the angle that makes her cry out, the pace that makes her tremble, the depth that makes her fall apart. Map her pleasure with my body the way I mapped it with my mouth.
“Tyr—” Her voice is wrecked. “Please?—”
“Please, what?”
“Harder. I need?—”
I give her what she asks for. Increase my pace, drive into her deeper, watch her come undone beneath me. She comes again—clenching around me, pulling me deeper, my name a prayer on her lips.
This time, I let myself follow. Bury my face in her throat and let go. Spill inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere primal. Somewhere I didn’t know existed before her.
We stay joined for a long moment. Both breathing hard. Both unwilling to separate.
“I meant it.” I lift my head to look at her. “What I said. I will not let you go.”
“I know what you meant.” Her hand traces the line of my jaw. “It’s enough, Tyr. It’s more than enough.”
I roll us so she’s draped across me, still connected, my arms wrapped around her. The fire crackles. The silence of this place settles over us like a blanket.
