“We’re even now.” I smirk when her eyes widen at the sight of my hard cock peeking out of my boxers.
She’s about to speak when I crash my lips on hers. Taking advantage, I glide my tongue into her open mouth, swallowing her gasps.
She moans when I cup her over her panties. She’s wet. So fucking wet.
I pick her up bridal style, my mouth never leaving hers—as I blindly guide us into my master bedroom. She’s now sprawled over my sheets—looking like a vision as she does.
I kiss her again, my frame swallowing hers as I hover over her. My hands frantically caressing her breasts, her waist, her thighs. I can’t wait anymore. Fuck.
I slide her panties down her legs before looking at her for confirmation to continue. She nods and that’s all I need before my mouth is on her sweet, sweet nub.
I’m mindless in my pursuit of her muted moans. Then she comes on my tongue, as I coax a loud moan from her.
I crawl back up, pinning her one hand over her head as I kiss her. I don’t know when but at some point she removed her bralette. She tries to cover those beautiful perky tits with another hand but I shove it away.
“You don’t hide from me,” I murmur, voice wrecked. “You don’t ever fucking hide.”
I quickly remove my boxers. She arches into me when I nudge her pussy with my cock, and I let myself drown.
Every inch of her—soft skin, trembling breath, the way her legs part like instinct—is perfection wrapped in self-doubt I don’t understand.
Fuck, she’s too much.
And she’s mine. Right now, in this moment, she’smine.
I kiss her again, slow this time. She tastes like heat and hunger. I reach for the drawer, tear open the foil, and press my forehead against hers as I sheath myself.
“Lucian,” she whispers.
“You’ve got me, baby.”
I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes flutter open and shut. Her fingers curl into my biceps. Her mouth parts in a silent gasp.
“Fuck,” I groan, jaw tightening. “You feel like goddamn heaven.”
She wraps her legs around me, tilts her hips to take more of me, and I nearly lose my mind.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, unable to stop myself. “Everything about you... these legs, these tits, this tight little pussy—fuck, baby—you were made for me.”
She laughs—shaky, breathless. “That’s not how anatomy works.”
“Don’t care,” I rasp, shaking my head. “This was made for me.”
And I believe every word out of my mouth.
I set a slow rhythm, kissing her between every thrust. Her hands run through my hair, down my back, nails scraping when I hit that one perfect angle.
Her moans turn to gasps. Her gasps to whimpers. And when she finally comes, crying out my name, I follow. Hard. Messy. Mindless.
We’re both panting.
Drenched in sweat.
She curls into me, her cheek pressed to my chest. Our legs tangled. My heart still racing.
And for the first time in a long fucking time, I feel... full.
Like maybe I don’t have to carry all of it anymore.
