“Fuck,” I groan back, my head dropping for a second as a sharp wave of sensation hits me. I nearly lose it right there.Focus Bennett. Make it last.I inhale deeply, forcing myself to steady for half a second before leaning down and capturing her mouth again. As our lips meet, I slowly press forward, easing inside her inch by inch until I can’t go any deeper.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, her nails digging into my back.
The sound she makes nearly destroys whatever restraint I have left.
“Freya,” I groan against her mouth. “You feel…Jesus.You feel perfect.”
I move slowly at first, pulling back before pressing forward again, finding a rhythm that makes both of us lose our breath.
Her hands are everywhere now, sliding over my shoulders, into my hair, gripping tight as our bodies move together.
“I want this,” I say roughly, barely able to form the words between breaths. “I want you, Frey. I don’t want anyone else.”
Her eyes meet mine, dark and bright all at once. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” she whispers. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
The words send a jolt through me that makes everything spiral faster.
Our kisses grow messier, more desperate. Our movements lose any kind of control. We both know exactly where this is heading. I try to slow it down, but it’s impossible. She tightensaround me suddenly, her breath catching as her whole body tenses.
“Rory,” she gasps. “I’m…”
The way she says my name snaps the last thread holding me together.
“Freya,” I groan, burying my face against her neck. “I love you.”
Her hands grip me tighter as her body shudders beneath mine. “Oh my fuck…Rory…I’m…”
Her release hits her hard, and the way she clings to me sends me straight over the edge with her. I pull her closer, holding her as the wave crashes through me, the sensation dragging on far longer than I expect. For a moment the whole world seems to disappear into white noise. After what seems like a lifetime of earth-shattering pleasure, I finally come back to myself, I’m still hovering above her, both of us breathing hard.
“Holy shit,” I murmur.
Freya laughs weakly beneath me, her chest still rising and falling as she pushes a hand through my hair. “Rory… what on earth was that?”
I let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “I have absolutely no idea.”
She shakes her head slightly, still catching her breath. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Same,” I admit.
She looks up at me, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Well,” she says softly, “you do realise you can’t go anywhere now, don’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
She nods, still smiling. “Because I might need that every single day.”
I laugh, collapsing beside her and pulling her into my arms. “Freya,” I say, still slightly out of breath, “if that happens every day I might not survive it.”
She presses her face into my chest, laughing quietly. “Worth the risk.”
And honestly…She might be right.
Chapter fifty-three
Freya
I wake slowly. Not the usual sharp, jarring wake-up that comes with school runs, alarms, and children shouting from the hallway. The kind of waking where your brain drifts lazily toward consciousness instead of being dragged there kicking and screaming. For a few seconds I stay exactly where I am, eyes closed, wrapped in the quiet stillness of the room. And then I feel it. Weight. Warmth. An arm draped loosely across my waist. My eyes open. Oh. Right. Last night. The memories come back in a rush that makes heat spread all the way down my body. The kitchen. The counter. The way he carried me upstairs like I weighed absolutely nothing. The way he looked at me. The way he said my name. And then… My brain refuses to go any further without replaying the moment in vivid, exquisite detail. The way my entire body had completely and utterly fallen apart beneath him.
I bury my face slightly into the pillow with a quiet groan.Jesus Christ.That might genuinely have been the most intense experience of my entire life. Earth-shattering doesn’t even begin to cover it.
