"You like that?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yessss," I moan loudly, my hips uncontrollable as I chase my second release.
"You like when I'm rough with you?"
"Yes, fuck, yes."
He tightens his grip slightly and thrusts up into me harder, and I'm gone. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, pleasure crashing through me like a storm, more intense than the last one and I hear myself crying out his name. He doesn't stop, he keeps fucking me through it, prolonging it, until I'm shaking and oversensitive and begging for…I don't even know what.
Then I feel him follow me over the edge, feel him pulse inside me as he cums, his hand tightening on my throat, his other hand leaving a mark on my hip.
After all the moans stop, we stay like that for what feels like hours, both of us breathing hard, tangled together in the soft glow of the lights.
Eventually he releases my throat, his hand sliding up to cup my face instead. His thumb brushes across my cheekbone, surprisingly gentle, and I lean into the touch.
"You okay?" he asks quietly.
"More than okay."
“We didn’t use a condom, but I’m good. I got tested not long ago and it’s been a while for me.”
“I haven’t been with anyone for years, and we used a protection, anyway, I’ve been on the pill since my teens.”
“I don’t want to know about other guys. Let’s pretend I was your first,” he says, and I chuckle.
“Okay, caveman.”
He smiles and pulls me down to kiss me, and this time it's slower. A kiss that solidifies our connection.
When we finally separate, I curl against his chest, his arms wrapping around me. Through the van's windows, I can see the sky starting to lighten. It’s not quite dawn yet, but it’s getting there. For now the world is still quiet, still ours.
"We should actually sleep," I murmur against his skin.
"Yeah, we should."
"Dom?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not leaving, right? In the morning, you're not…"
"No." His arms tighten around me. "I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to."
"I won't."
"Good."
I close my eyes, letting myself relax fully for the first time in hours. The adrenaline has finally faded, replaced by a bone-deep satisfaction and a sense of rightness.
I found him, or he found me. Either way, we found each other.
And I'm never letting go.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DOM
She falls asleep against my chest, her breathing evening out, her body going soft and heavy in my arms. The lights cast small shadows across her face, making her look almost innocent.
