"Yes," she gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust. "Yes, yes,yes—"
"You're mine." The words pour out of me, raw and unfiltered. "You've always been mine. From the moment I saw you, I knew—Iknewyou were meant for me."
"Yours," she agrees, her voice breaking. "I'm yours. I've always been yours."
"And this—" I press my hand to her stomach, feeling the place where our bodies join just above where our child grows. "This is mine too. Our baby. Our future.Mine."
"Ours," she corrects breathlessly. "Ours, Gabriel. Yours and mine together."
"Together," I echo. "Always. Forever."
I can feel her getting close again—the telltale flutter of her walls, the hitch in her breath, the way her nails dig harder into my skin. I angle my hips, hitting the spot that makes her see stars, and reach between us to circle her clit with my thumb.
"Come with me," I command. "I want to feel you come while I fill you up. I want to feel you milk my cock while I—"
She comes with a scream, her cunt clamping down on me like a vice, and I follow her over the edge.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train—blinding, all-consuming, endless. I empty myself into her with a roar, my hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I've never come this hard, never felt anything close to this overwhelming rush of sensation and emotion.
When it finally subsides, I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest, both of us trembling.
"That was..." She trails off, unable to find words.
"Yes," I agree. "It was."
We lie there in the growing morning light, tangled together, her head on my chest and my hand on her stomach. The sweat cools on our skin. Our breathing slowly returns to normal.
"I love you," she says quietly.
The words catch me off guard—still feel too big, too precious, too fragile to be real.
"I love you too." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "More than I knew I was capable of loving anything."
"Is this really going to work?" She tilts her face up to look at me. "You and me, a baby, all of it? Can we really make this work?"
"I don't know." It's the most honest answer I can give. "I've never done this before—any of this. I don't know how to be a partner. I don't know how to be a father. I don't know how to love without possessing, how to protect without controlling."
"But you're willing to try?"
"I'm willing to do anything." I cup her face in my hand, holding her gaze. "For you, for our child—there is nothing I won't do, nothing I won't become. You are my reason now. Both of you."
She smiles—a real smile, bright and warm and full of hope. "Then we'll figure it out together. That's what partners do, right? They figure things out together."
"So I'm told."
"You sound skeptical."
"I'm terrified," I admit. "But I'm also... happy. I think. This might be what happy feels like."
She laughs, pressing a kiss to my chest. "You're ridiculous."
"Probably."
"And dangerous."
"Definitely."
"And mine."
