I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. My entire body shuddered, my arms trembling as I held myself up, and the feeling of filling her, claiming her, made everything else fade away.
Mine. She’s mine. Finally.
“Mine,” I groaned against her neck. “You’re mine, Kat. All mine.”
“Yours,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I’m yours.”
For a long moment, we just lay there, breathing hard, our bodies still joined. I was still inside her, and I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her every time one of us moved.
I lifted my head and looked down at her, and the sight of her, flushed, satisfied, looking at me like I was everything, made that spot deep in my chest crack wide open.
I love her. God, I love her so fucking much.
I kissed her then, slow and deep and tender, and something shifted between us.
“I love you,” I murmured against her lips. “God, Kat, I love you so much.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. “I love you too.”
I stayed inside her for another moment, just holding her, my forehead pressed against hers. And then, slowly, I pulled out, and we both groaned at the loss.
I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, and she curled into my chest, her heart still racing against mine.
“That was...” she started, but she didn’t have words.
“Yeah.” My hand stroked up and down her back, soothing. “It was.”
She tilted her head up to look at me, and the tenderness in her eyes made my chest tightened.
“I love you,” I said softly. “I know I already said it, but I need you to know. I love you, Kat. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I love you too.”
I tightened my arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
This. This is what I’ve been fighting for. This is everything.
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other, and I felt more at peace than I had in years.
I ran my fingers lazily along her spine, tracing the delicate curve of her back. She was so perfect, so completely mine now. The thought of building a life with her, a real life, made something fierce and protective surge through me.
She’s mine. Frankie’s mine. We’re a family.
The thought made something warm bloom in my chest.
“Kat?” My voice was soft in the darkness.
“Hmm?” She tilted her head up to look at me, her eyes still heavy with satisfaction.
“What do you think about giving Frankie siblings?” The question came out before I’d fully thought it through, but once it was out there, I realized how much I meant it. “I mean... she’s twelve now. And I know she loves having Cami and Nox around. Have you ever thought about expanding our family?”
Siblings. More kids. A bigger family.
The idea made my heart ache with longing.
She went still against me, and I felt her entire body tense. Her hand, which had been resting on my chest, curled into a fist.
“Kat?” I prompted, my hand stilling on her back. “What is it? Talk to me.”
