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He shifts, guiding me with a touch that’s firm but never forceful. He presses against me, exposing how thick, how hot he is. “Take your time,” he says softly. “Move down on me when you’re ready.”

I lower myself inch by inch. A pressure blooms, more burn than pleasure, and I wince before I can stop it.

Cash’s grip settles more firmly at my hips, his gaze locked on mine. “I know,” he murmurs. “It’s intense. Take it slow. Let your body adjust.” Beads of sweat form on his forehead.

I sink onto him further, my trust in him stronger than my fear. It’s almost too much, the pressure, the ache, but I stay with it.

“That’s it,” he rasps, a mix of control and awe.

His touch is encouraging, his voice an anchor in the torrent of sensations. I take him deeper. Each breath eases the tension, each shift of my hips bringing him further inside until finally, completely, he fills me.

“There you go,” he says, satisfaction threaded with tenderness. He exhales like he’s been holding it for ages. “You feel amazing.”

The ache subsides. I am held. I am cherished. Every touch is care wrapped around me.

“Trust me enough to let me take over?” Cash’s voice is laced with certainty and intent.

“Okay,” I manage, and he moves us with ease, rolling me beneath him. His weight settles over me, his body covering mine.

“You don’t need to think right now,” he murmurs near my ear. “Just feel.”

So I let go. I stop trying to anticipate. I surrender to the way he moves, how each motion of his hips redefines my limits, pushing me to experience depths I never knew existed. His touch is sure, guiding me past hesitation into pure passion.

His hand slides between us, thumb finding that sensitive spot, circling with precision. The jolt of sensation pulls a moan from me, my body arching toward him. His thumb matches the rhythm of his thrusts, the pleasure intensifying. I'm lost in the sensations, the way he's taking me to new heights, a force building deep in my core.

“Come for me, Sara,” he urges, voice rough with restraint. “Let me feel you come around me.”

The command unravels me as I crush into a thick wall of pleasure. I cry out, clinging to him, lost in the light and the heat and the way he holds me through the storm.

He tenses, his rhythm faltering into urgency. His breath turns ragged, and with one deep thrust he follows me over the edge, shuddering as his own release tears through him.

“That’s my girl.” His voice is husky with contentment and affection, lips brushing my temple as we both ride out the waves of our climax.

Our bodies stay entwined as the pounding in our chests levels out. Our skin is damp with sweat and warmth. He gathers me into his arms, holding me close with a devotion meant only for me, as if the world has collapsed into this single moment.

“You’re incredible,” he praises, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “That was everything.”

This isn’t just a moment. His arms wrap more firmly around me. This is us.

GOOD BYE

Cash

Morning, Romeo.”

A mug hovers in front of my face when I open my eyes. Stix is seated on the edge of the couch, fully dressed, coffee in one hand, holding out a second.

I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing clarity.

Sitting up, I try not to jostle the girl tangled in blankets on the floor beside me. After she went to the bathroom last night, I laid out some bedding and pillows and built a cozy nest in front of the hearth, hoping she’d choose me for the night. Not that I’d ever demand it, but she returned. Her form cuddled into my arms, where she still is now. Her hair’s disheveled, one leg hooked over mine. She looks way too damn comfortable and entirely too cute for this early in the day.

I take my coffee with a grunt passing for thanks.

Stix doesn’t say anything at first. He sips from his own cup, eyes scanning the wreckage of our blanket nest with that familiar amused glint.

“So?” he drawls, smug as hell.

I don’t answer right away. The weight of what happened sits with me. Not just the sex, though what we shared, that kind of closeness, hit different. I’ve been with plenty of women who gave me their bodies. That’s easy. What she gave me wasn’t. No one’s ever handed me their fear, their true surrender. That’s not a high I ever chased. Now that I’ve felt it, I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to walk away from it, from her.