“Yes,” I moan as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop. Please, West.”
He goes slow with long strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me.
“More,” I say and nip at his jaw. “I’m not going to break.”
“Kitten—”
“West.” I arch my hips up to meet his thrust and then squeeze around him.
His eyes roll back, and that’s all it takes for him to break. He speeds up and drives into me with a force that should hurt but doesn’t. Not with how wet I am. Each thrust sends pleasure sparking through my body as I build again toward that peak.
“You’re so tight,” he groans against my neck. “So perfect. Goddamn it, Bellarose, you feel incredible.”
I moan his name, my nails digging into his back as he reaches between us. His thumb presses against my clit, and it’s exactly what I need. I come apart, crying out, my inner muscles clenching around him. West follows me over the edge as he shouts my name, his warmth spilling inside me at the same time. The pleasure goes all the way to my bones, and then I go limp against the bed.
West collapses on top of me, sweaty and breathing hard. For a long moment, neither of us speaks, then he presses a kiss to my temple. I turn my face, and he kisses my cheek and the corner of my mouth.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his words filled with concern.
I laugh, utterly happy and exhausted. “More than okay.”
“Me too,” he says as he brushes his nose against my neck.
My eyes are so heavy that I can’t keep them open. “Okay to stay?”
I’m half asleep as I mumble the question, and I’m not sure I wait for a response. But somewhere in my dream, I hear West whisper, “Stay forever, kitten.”
