"We barely know each other."
"Bullshit." His thumb traced my lower lip, making me shiver despite the warmth of the sleeping bag. "I know. And I know that last night, when I was inside you, you finally felt alive for the first time in years."
"I don't know how to do this," I whispered.
"Do what?"
"This. Us. I don't know how to be with someone who sees me this clearly." My voice cracked. "What if the real me isn't worth keeping?"
A fierceness flashed in his eyes. He rolled me beneath him in one smooth motion, settling his weight between my thighs, letting me feel how hard he already was again.
"The real you," he said, "is the bravest, most stubborn, most incredible woman I've ever met. The real you survived a blizzard, set up a perfect tent, and didn't panic when you were alone on a mountain that kills people who know what they're doing." His hips pressed forward, just enough pressure to make me gasp. "The real you took my cock last night and begged for more. Told me you wanted my baby. Chose me over every safe, logical option your brain was screaming at you to take."
"Sam—"
"You are worth everything. And I'm keeping you."
His tongue swept into my mouth like he owned it, like he had every right to take whatever he wanted from me. And I gave it to him. Gave him everything, arching into his body and kissing him back with all the desperate hunger I'd been suppressing for years.
"I should check the weather," he murmured against my lips, even as his hand slid down to cup my breast over the thermal layers we'd put back on during the night.
"Okay." I didn’t want him to stop touching me.
"In a minute." He thumbed my nipple, circling it until it peaked hard and aching. "First I need to remind you who you belong to."
The possessiveness in his voice made me wetter than I'd ever been. I wanted to spread myself open for him and let him claim every part of me. He lowered his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
I cried out, as pleasure shot straight to my core. His mouth was hot and wet and demanding, sucking hard enough to make me squirm, then soothing with gentle licks that drove me even more insane.
"Sam, please—"
"Please what?" He switched to my other breast, giving it the same maddening attention.
"Keep going," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"That's my good girl." His hand slid down my stomach. "Lift your hips."
I obeyed without thinking. The size difference, the power imbalance, should have made me feel vulnerable. Instead, I felt cherished. Protected. Safe enough to be completely exposed.
"Look at you," Sam said, his voice reverent as his eyes traveled over every inch of my body. "Look at these perfect curves. These soft thighs. This beautiful pussy that's already wet for me."
His hand slid between my legs, and we both groaned when he found how ready I was.
"Soaked," he growled. "You're fucking soaked for me, baby. Even after last night, even after I filled you three times, you still want more."
"Yes," I admitted, past the point of pretending otherwise. "I want more. Want you. Always want you."
"Always." He pushed two fingers inside me, making me gasp at the stretch. "That's what this is, Jess. Not temporary. Not just while we're trapped together. Always."
He worked his fingers inside me with devastating skill, finding spots that made me writhe and moan. His thumb found my clit, circling with just enough pressure to make me desperate but not enough to push me over.
"Sam, I need—"
"I know what you need." He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered at the loss, but anticipation made my whole body clench. Then he was pushing inside, that perfect stretch and burn. I was complete in ways I'd never experienced before.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips pressing forward until he was buried to the hilt. He started moving then, deep slow strokes. I felt every inch of him, aware of every place we were connected, every point where his body claimed mine. His hand slid down to grip my hip, angling me so each thrust hit that perfect spot inside. "I've got you. Always got you."
The pleasure built with each stroke, winding tighter and tighter. My nails dug into his back, trying to anchor myself as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.
