The way she moves drives me fucking mad.
Eva is above me, her body riding mine with a rhythm that speaks of ownership. Like she knows she’s my weakness, my downfall, my salvation, all wrapped in the most intoxicating package.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh as I watch her —just watch her— soaking in the sight of my queen in the morning light.
The sun is just cresting over the horizon, spilling golden rays over her flushed skin.
Her hair, damp with sweat, clings to her temples, wild strands catching in the soft morning breeze from the open balcony doors.
My cock throbs inside her, desperate for release, but I hold it back, resisting, denying myself the relief because the sight of her like this is a torment I’d endure a thousand times over.
The bandages wrapped around her wound stand as a stark contrast to her perfection, a cruel reminder of how close I came to losing her. How yesterday, she was barely breathing.
How my world nearly ended in a moment of blood and silence. I don't want to think about it, but the rage creeps in anyway, blackening the edges of my pleasure. My jaw tightens, and before I can stop myself, I sit up sharply, my arm hooking around her neck, pulling her down into a bruising kiss.
She flinches at the sudden movement, but she doesn’t stop. She never stops.My Eva.The storm that never bows to the wind. If anything, her body tightens around me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she moans into my mouth.
“You’re gonna make me fill you up, Eva?” I taunt against her lips, my voice a low growl, needing to hear her say it.
Needing to hear her surrender to this, to me.
She nods frantically, her breath hitching between high-pitched moans that send fire licking down my spine. “Mhmm!”
I smirk against her lips but don’t move, don’t give her what she needs.
“Words, baby. Words.” My hands shift to her waist, holding her still as she whimpers in protest. “Say it, and I’ll make sure you cum so fucking good.”
Her nails bite into my shoulders, her body trembling, slick with sweat and desperation.
“Yes,” she pants breathlessly. “Zander, please,” she gasps, her voice raw with need. “I need you. I need you to fill me up, please.”
Fuck, I’m too madly in love with her…
That’s all it takes for me to give her exactly what she deserves.
My grip tightens as I thrust up into her, hard and deep, pulling a broken cry from her lips.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, my voice wrecked with restraint. “Take it, Eva. Take all of me.”
Her eyes roll back as she rides me faster, her movements frantic, chasing her high as my control slips further.
I won’t last. Not with her clenching around me like a vice, her heat pulling me deeper into madness. The coil in my stomach tightens, my vision hazing over with white-hot pleasure.
Fucking hell…
I feel her body seize, her orgasm crashing into her with a force that has her crying out my name like a prayer, as a fucking hymn to a god she knows will answer. Her walls convulse around me, milking me, dragging me to the edge until I can’t fight it any longer.
With a ragged curse, I bury myself deep, my release exploding inside her, claiming her, branding her as mine in the only way that ever feels like enough.
My arms lock around her, crushing her to my chest as we fall apart together, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.
Minutes pass —maybe more— but I don’t let go.
I can’t.
Not when the ghost of almost losing her still lingers, a cold specter in the heat of our bodies. My fingers trace the bandage at her side, my breath unsteady as I press a lingering kiss to her temple.
It should be easy to zone shit out. To remind myself that she was okay and survived the turmoil that plagued her.To end her.But no matter how many times I tell myself this, I can’t dare let it go.
