“Zach, please,” I finally manage, voice breaking on his name.My hands clutch at his shoulders, needing an anchor in the storm of sensation.“I’m ready.I need you.”
He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving me feeling empty and aching for him.I watch through half-lidded eyes as he tears open a condom packet with his teeth, the small, practical action somehow unbearably erotic.His hands tremble slightly as he rolls it on, a tiny tell that his control isn’t as perfect as it appears.
The knowledge that he’s affected as deeply as I am sends another wave of heat through me.I reach for him, needing to touch, to feel.He positions himself between my legs, one hand guiding himself to my entrance while the other braces beside my head.
“Look at me,” he says, waiting until my eyes meet his.The vulnerability in his gaze surprises me that this isn’t just sex for him.This is something more.“Stay with me.”
I nod, hands gripping his biceps as he begins to push forward with exquisite slowness.The pressure is intense, more than his fingers prepared me for.I force myself to breathe through it, focusing on Zach’s face, the concentration in his furrowed brow, the way he bites his lower lip, the raw need in his eyes.
He pauses when fully seated, giving me time to adjust.His arms tremble on either side of my head with the effort of holding back.A drop of sweat traces a path down his temple, and I reach up to brush it away, the simple gesture feeling strangely intimate.
“You okay?”he asks, voice tight with restraint.
The initial discomfort is already fading, replaced by a sense of fullness, of a connection that goes beyond physical.I lift my hips experimentally, drawing a strangled sound from deep in his chest.
“More than okay,” I assure him, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper.“Please, Zach.Move.”
He begins to thrust, each movement slow and deliberate at first, watching my face intently for any sign of pain.But there is none, only the mounting pleasure that builds with every careful stroke.He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside me with each thrust, making stars burst behind my eyelids.
“God, Xavier,” he breathes, pace increasing as he reads my body’s responses.“You feel so good.So perfect.”
His words, the reverence in his voice, push me higher.I arch beneath him, meeting each thrust, hands roaming his back, his shoulders, needing to touch every part of him I can reach.The room fills with the sounds of our breathing, occasional gasps and moans, the rhythmic creak of the bed beneath us.
Zach dips his head to kiss along my neck, finding a sensitive spot that makes me shudder.“I’ve dreamed about this,” he confesses against my skin, words punctuated by increasingly urgent thrusts.“About you.Like this.Under me.Coming apart for me.”
His hand slides between us, wrapping around me with perfect pressure.The dual sensation, his hand stroking in rhythm with his thrusts, is overwhelming.I’m close, so close, pressure building at the base of my spine, every muscle tensing.
“Let go,” he urges, his own control visibly slipping as his movements become less measured, more desperate.“I want to see you.Want to feel you come around me.”
His words push me over the edge.Release crashes through me in waves, my body clenching around him as pleasure whites out everything else.I’m dimly aware of calling his name, of my fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Zach’s rhythm falters, his thrusts becoming erratic as he watches me come undone beneath him.“Fuck, Xavier,” he groans, and then he’s following me over the edge, his body tensing above mine, inside mine, his face transformed by pleasure in a way that makes my heart stutter.
For several heartbeats, we remain frozen like this, both trembling with aftershocks.Then Zach lowers his forehead to rest against mine, our breathing gradually slowing in tandem.
“That was…” he begins, then shakes his head slightly, apparently at a loss for words.
I understand completely.What just happened between us transcended physical pleasure.It felt like recognition, like coming home to a place I didn’t know I was missing.
“Yeah,” I agree softly, reaching up to brush his hair back from his face.“It was.”
He kisses me, gently now, almost reverent, before carefully withdrawing.The loss of connection makes me wince slightly, but he soothes it with tender touches and soft words of praise that make me flush with pleasure of a different sort.
He disposes of the condom and returns with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with the same care he’s shown all night.The simple act of aftercare touches something deep inside me that this dangerous man, capable of such violence, is treating me with such tenderness.
When he’s finished, he stretches out beside me, pulling me against his chest.I go willingly, settling into the curve of his body like I was made to fit there.His heartbeat is strong and steady beneath my ear, gradually slowing to its normal rhythm.
His fingers trace idle patterns on my back, the touch soothing rather than arousing now.“You okay?”he asks, voice rough with lingering pleasure and something deeper.
I nod against his chest, too content to form words immediately.The weight of his arm around me feels like safety, like belonging.
“More than okay,” I finally manage, tilting my head to look up at him.The vulnerability in his eyes tells me this moment matters to him as much as it does to me.“That was… I don’t even have words.”
A smile tugs at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.“The doctor, speechless?Must have done something right.”
I laugh softly, the sound surprising me.After everything—the hospital shooting, the threats, the lockdown—I hadn’t expected to find joy so quickly.Yet here it is, warm and real in Zach’s arms.
“You did everything right,” I assure him, pressing a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.The steady thump beneath my lips feels like a promise.
