Page 215 of Puck Me Back to Life

Kai moans under me, his hips trying to push back as much as he can.

My hands rub down his sides and down his hips. “Do you know how fucking perfect you are, baby? Like you were made for me. Jesus Christ!”

I bow over him, his body and voice driving me delirious.

“Yes, I'm yours,” Kai says.

My ego rears its head, licking its lips at his words. “Say it again.”

My hand wraps around him to rub his cock.

“Fuck, Ash! I'm yours.”

I lick his spine. “Again, baby. Don't stop.”

“I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours!” Kai sobs into the blankets until he’s coming all over my hand. “Ash!”

My name is my undoing. I come hard inside of him, my teeth sinking into his skin to keep me from groaning so loud it would shake the windows.

When my vision comes back, I slip out of Kai. I breath heavily wanting to just collapse on the bed, but I have business to attend to.

Kai is sobbing into the sheets. I rub his back and roll him on his side. He's wet with tears, lube, saliva, and cum. Fucking beautiful.

I kiss his mouth gently. “I'm yours too.”

Kai's lip wobbles at the sentence. I gently untie him, pulling the rope from his body and onto the floor. I stretch his legs out, working his muscles in my hands as he sighs.

The bedroom is quiet when everything finally settles.

My breathing is still uneven, but Kai's has already begun to slow. He's curled against the pillows with his eyes closed, looking more exhausted than anything else.

I brush my thumb across his cheek. “Still with me, Prince?”

He hums sleepily. “Mhm.”

“Good.”

His eyelids flutter open just enough to find me. “You okay?”

The question catches me off guard.

I smile. “I'm supposed to be asking you that.”

“I know.”

“But…” His voice is thick with fatigue. “…are you okay?”

God. Even now he's checking on me.

I kiss his forehead. “I'm perfect.”

A tiny smile appears before his eyes drift shut again.

I spend another few minutes checking in with him the way I always do, making sure he's comfortable, making sure he's present, making sure the quiet settling over us is the peaceful kind instead of the overwhelming kind.

Only when I'm certain, do I finally stand.

“I've got something for you.”