Her voice stayed low.
Titus tightened his arm around her back and drew her closer.His other hand settled at her waist as she lifted herself, aligning above him.She guided him into her in one smooth motion.No hesitation.One long, controlled descent that took him fully inside her.
He exhaled hard through his teeth.His hands tightened against her hips before easing again, giving her control.
She braced her hands on his chest.Her shoulders rolled forward.She set the pace.Slow at first.A steady roll of her hips that pressed him deeper with each movement.He followed her rhythm.Matched it.Let her take what she wanted without interference.
Her head tipped back, her mouth opening on a silent breath.The movement exposed her throat, the line of her collarbone catching the light as it shifted across her skin.
He traced her ribs with both hands, his thumbs brushing along the underside of her breasts.He did not rush the contact.He let it build.She leaned forward again, bringing their foreheads together.Their breaths mixed, uneven now, breaking into each other with every movement.
The sounds stayed low.Controlled.The soft contact of their bodies the only rhythm that mattered.He lifted into her, meeting her motion.Not taking over.Matching.
Her nails dragged down his chest, leaving shallow lines in their wake.She did not soften the touch.He accepted all of it.
Her breathing broke first.A sharp intake.A tightening through her body that signaled the shift.She reached for his wrist and guided his hand between them.He followed without question, touching her clit, giving her the extra sensation she needed.
Her body responded immediately.Tightening.Drawing him deeper.Her head dropped forward, her breath breaking against his mouth.He pushed up into her, losing the careful control he had held onto.
She came apart around him without warning.Her body tightened hard, her voice breaking low and sharp, her hands gripping him with no restraint left.
He followed seconds later.His mouth finding her shoulder as he finished, his body locking against hers.
They stayed there.
Pressed together.
Breathing uneven and raw.
Kyla collapsed forward against him, her body still trembling in small, uneven pulses.Titus kept his arms around her, one hand spread across her back, the other braced at her hip, keeping her close without pressing harder than she could take.
Her breath came rough at first, then steadied in slow increments against his neck.He stayed where he was, letting the rhythm settle, letting his own breathing follow hers until it evened out.
He did not rush her.
He let his hand move in a slow path along her back, from shoulder to waist, then back again.A quiet motion that asked nothing and offered no interruption.Her skin stayed warm beneath his palm, damp with sweat that had not yet cooled.
She shifted slightly, adjusting against him, her leg sliding along his side as she settled more comfortably across his hips.The movement stayed small, instinctive, and he adjusted with her without breaking contact.
Neither of them spoke.He turned his head enough to press his mouth lightly against her temple.The contact stayed brief.Enough to mark it.Not enough to demand anything in return.
Her fingers tightened once at his shoulder, then loosened again.He let his hand drift lower, tracing the line of her hip, then back up to the center of her back.
Her breathing slowed further, smoothing out into something steady and grounded.The tension that had lived in her shoulders eased under his palm, little by little, until she lay fully relaxed against him.
He kept her there.
Sunlight had climbed higher along the wall by then, stretching across the quilt and catching along the curve of her shoulder.The room had warmed, the air thicker now, carrying the quiet aftermath of what they had shared.
He shifted slightly beneath her, enough to ease the strain in his shoulder, careful not to disturb her more than necessary.His arm tightened for a second, then settled again when she did not pull away.Her hand slid from his chest to his side, resting there, fingers curved loosely against his ribs.
He covered her hand with his.
Time stretched without pressure.The world outside could wait.The ranch, the work, the decisions that would follow all of this.They stayed at a distance for now.
He let his gaze drift across the ceiling, then back to her, taking in the line of her back, the fall of her hair, the quiet certainty of her staying where she was.Something in his chest tightened again, but not from pain this time.From knowing.
He had spent too long expecting distance.Expecting retreat.Expecting her to step back the moment the night ended.She had not.She lay across him, breathing steady, her hand still beneath his, her body aligned with his in a way that left no room for doubt.
