He’s slathered with my arousal, and an animalistic possession overtakes me because I want to own him just as he owns me. Mind. Body. Soul. Letting go of the fear which haunts your every breath is a beautiful thing, but that’s soon forgotten when I arch into Cayden the moment he sinks into me.
A gasp rips low as I’m filled full.
He stills, allowing me to accommodate his size, but the corded veins in his neck reveal he’s barely holding on. He runs his hands along the top of my legs, squeezing and relishing in this sensation that is akin to none. “Are you okay?” he asks, just how he would have when we first connected this way years ago.
A tear falls free at the thought. “I wish I remembered.”
Bending low, he places a kiss on my quivering lips. “All that matters is now.” And he reveals just how much so when he moves slowly within me.
Wrapping my arms around his nape, I lose myself in his smooth rhythm, savoring what it feels like to be one with another. I may have forgotten the steps, but this dance is one I reacquaint myself with soon enough. To his pull, I push, a perfect yin to yang.
He scatters kisses all over me as his hips shift with a languid cadence. I tug at his hair, needing something to hold because I’m bursting at the seams. “Faster,” I whisper, bucking upward to meet him stroke for stroke.
“I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you,” he pushes out between clenched teeth as he’s clearly holding back, measuring how deeply, how fast, he goes.
“You never could,” I breathlessly reply. I don’t know why, but my honesty has Cayden turning his cheek, ashamed.
He’s suddenly lost to me, caught up in a memory that threatens to ruin something untainted and good. Refusing to give light to the demons, I dig my heel into the small of his back and coax him to take what I openly give.
He growls and shifts my leg, opening me up and deepening the angle, which has us both moaning in sheer delight. He sinks into me, the vigor bringing tears to my eyes, but it’s exactly what I need.
The raw sound of flesh slapping against flesh heightens my arousal, and a coil begins spiraling within. Cayden peers at where we’re connected, a primitive growl overtaking him as he loses control. He isn’t gentle, and nothing but unadulterated need exists behind each stroke. He is a true beast, a wounded warrior as he drives into me with a passion so fierce, I see stars. But I embrace it, knowing our story has just begun.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, barely holding on. “Let go.” I mean that in every literal meaning of the word. Whatever secret Cayden is holding, I know it’s to protect me from the pain. That’s all he has ever tried to do. “I’m right here, and I promise I’ll never leave you again.”
My pledge is our undoing, and a rumble spills from Cayden as he sinks into me relentlessly. I grow lax, not in control of my body as it’s no longer mine. Cayden punishes me with each wicked stroke, and when he reaches down to rub my clit, I scream, completely undone.
He doesn’t slow down, however. It appears he was waiting for me to detonate first. “It was you, always,” he reveals as he plunges into me over and over again. “Whatever I did…it was always for you.” I’m too far gone to question what that means as I’m reaching another pinnacle, and this time, the downfall will be far worse.
The sight before me is my final tether, and I come so hard that tears leak from my eyes. Cayden is fierce and feral because it’s evident his love for me knows no bounds. This isn’t just sex; this is belonging to another. And whatever obstacles we face, bring it. I came back here to find him. He’s always been my beacon of light.
He reads my thoughts because Cayden knows me. He owns me. He always has. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts, leaving fingerprints sunken into my flesh as he grips my waist, pistoning his hips. “I love you,” he professes before letting go.
Seeing him this way, exposed and vulnerable, I understand why I cherished this man with every fiber of my soul. Running my fingers over his tattoo, I hope that one day, I remember that love because being loved by Cayden is something I never want to forget.
He presses us chest to chest as he kisses my lips, his skin prickling as I continue to stroke his flank. We’re silent, our heavy breathing filling the space, but no one needs to speak—we both know this changes everything.
I’m finally home.