The way her body pulls me in like it remembers me, like it missed me.Like I belong there. Her thighs wrap around my waist, and I bottom out, breath catching in my throat as I still inside her.Buried to the hilt.
She exhales my name like it’s a prayer.As if I’m safe—this between us is safe.For a second, I can’t move.Can’t think.Because this—this—isn’t just sex.
It’s home.
It’s the place I come back to after every storm.
She’s the one thing I never knew how to ask for but somehow got anyway.The one person I’d destroy myself to protect.She’s the reason I’ve been working to become a better version of myself.The reason I’m trying to find who I want to be not only for her, but for me—and the family we could become.
And now I’m inside her like I’ve been here a thousand times before in dreams I didn’t dare to act on before.
She reaches for me, fingertips brushing my jaw, and I lower my mouth to hers as I start to move—slow, deep thrusts that make her gasp, her body tightening around me like she doesn’t want to let me go.
And I’m not going anywhere.
I start to move—slow, grinding thrusts that are more like a promise than a rhythm.
Not hard.
Not fast.
Just deep.
Deep enough, she feels me.Remembers me.Takes me.
Every slow, thick push is meant to sink into her bones.Leave something behind.Make her mine in a way no one else ever will be.
I drag my cock almost all the way out, watching her lips part on a gasp—and then I push back in, slow as sin, until I’m buried to the hilt again, her body clenching around me like it never wants to let go.
“Feel that?”I rasp against her neck.“That’s me.Every inch.Right where I belong.”
She whimpers, hips arching to meet me, her nails digging into my back as I set the pace—not to fuck her, but to claim her.
I’m surrendering to her.Branding her.Becoming hers.
Every breath is a prayer.Every thrust is a promise between our souls.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Most of all, hers.
Her hands grip my shoulders, pulling me closer, like she feels it too—this tether stretching between us, pulled tight by every stroke of my cock inside her.I kiss her—open-mouthed, messy, aching—and she moans into my mouth, her body already trembling again.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I groan, dragging my lips down her throat.“Like you were made for me.Like you’ve always been mine.”
And fuck, someone help me, because I believe it.
Because with every roll of my hips, every tight pull of her heat around me, I don’t just feel lust—I feel home.
She’s not just under me.
She’s everything.
And I’m going to make sure she never forgets what it feels like to have me this deep.This slow.This wrecked.
