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“I want you to love me like it’s the only thing that matters,” she whispers.
“It is,” I say without hesitation. “You’re all that matters.”
“Then love me like you mean it,” she says, voice steady now. “Like I’m yours.”
I cradle her face and bring my lips to hers in a kiss that holds every unspoken promise. It’s deep and lingering and full.
When we part, I whisper against her mouth, “I love you, Clara. Never doubt that.”
And then I slide into her, slow and sweet, savoring every sensation of our bodies joining. “I don’t deserve you,” I whisper against her neck, my voice thick with emotion. “Not a single man on earth deserves you.” I press deeper, watching her eyes flutter closed. “But this thing between us… it’s everything to me.”
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
“I will, but you don’t. You feel so big, but so good inside of me.”
Her breath catches as I move within her. “We speak the same language,” I murmur, brushing my lips along her jawline. “Like our hearts are connected.”
“Yes, Ryder,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Yes, you feel amazing.”
I smile against her skin. My lips find her throat, kissing rather than sucking, worshiping rather than claiming. My hands cradle her hips instead of gripping, holding her like something precious as we move together.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I breathe into her ear, my movements gentle yet deliberate. Her soft moans encourage me as my thumb traces circles on her lower back. “I want to know every part of you, Clara. Not just possess you, but cherish you.”
“Yes, Ryder,” she whispers like a prayer against my ear, her words fueling my tenderness rather than my hunger. “Oh God, yes.”
Her moans make me want to love her more thoroughly, not take her more roughly. My thrusts remain measured, deep but never punishing, finding that perfect angle that makes us both sigh rather than scream. And then I feel her fluttering around me, spasms gripping my dick until my own release threatens to explode.
“God, little one...” My thighs tremble not with violent release but with overwhelming emotion. I withdraw gently, stroking myself until I spill across her thighs and tummy with a soft groan. “Beautiful,” I breathe instead of cursing.
Her eyes meet mine, not lazy or drunk but shining with affection, her smile genuine and warm.
“I’m not done loving you yet,” I murmur, tracing patterns through my cum on her skin before bringing my fingers to her lips. She kisses them willingly as I circle her clit with tender motions. When she tenses again, it’s with pleasure rather than tension, the sensitive nub responding to gentle attention rather than demanding pressure.
My thumb continues in gentle circles until she shudders around my fingers with a soft cry. “Seeing you trust me like this,” I whisper as I hold her through the aftermath, “watching you let yourself be vulnerable with me... Jesus, you take my breath away.”
I haul her against my chest, tucking her into the nook of my arm and running my fingers through her soft hair. She lies against me, her fingertips tracing circles across my chest.
The room is quiet.
Her hair is everywhere.
One bare leg is tangled with mine.
She hasn’t said anything for several minutes.
I look down. “You alive?”
Her cheek moves against my chest. “Barely.”
I grin. “It was that good, huh?”
She lifts her head. “There he is.”
“Who?”
“The arrogant asshole.”
“Thought you might miss him.”
