She has her hands on my neck, her fingers brushing over the hairs at my nape. She wets her lips, suddenly hesitant. ‘What is it?’ she asks.
‘You,’ I say.
A delightful little crease forms between her brows.
‘I’m losing myself in you.’
Her lashes flutter, her eyes glisten. ‘I feel the same.’
I hope so.
I feel the alien prick of tears and kiss her until the sensation passes, until the burn subsides.
‘Now, Ash, please.’ She moves against me, pulling herself close, submerging the head of my cock in her alluring, tight heat.
‘Look at me, baby.’
I need her with me—need her to see everything she has come to mean as I sink inside her.
She opens her eyes, stares up at me.
‘Thank you for letting me take you away.’ Slowly I enter her, savouring the feel of her surrounding me, the way her skin colours, her pleasure radiating out. ‘Thank you for letting me give you this.’
She shakes her head, hooking her hands around my neck. ‘I’m the one thanking you.’
She stays with me, her eyes on mine, even as I fill her completely and her head threatens to rock back. She stays locked on my gaze, clenching me tightly. The pulsing heat is calling to me, and my eyes are trying to close as pleasure overtakes my body, my mind. I force them open. I need this. The connection. The security of it. I need it to get through what is to come. To have faith that it will all come good.
‘Tell me you’re mine,’ I urge.
She nods her head, her eyes flashing with sincerity.
‘Tell me. I need the words...’
‘I’m yours, Ash.’
My chest swells with the bittersweet happiness of knowing what I have now and what I risk losing. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pang, scared that she will see, and when I open them again she’s there...
‘Always, Ash.’
Always. Always. Always.
I focus on that, rocking into her with every echo, claiming her as mine, wishing away all else. I drop to kiss her and together we rock, kiss, devour, our eyes locked together, sharing it all.
And when we come it’s in harmony. Everything’s perfect, exactly how it should be.
No truth can take this away. It can’t...
* * *
I’m shaking. The truth of my words is tearing through me as my limbs soften around him and the waves of pleasure fade.
I love him.
I love Ash.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve only known him weeks, that we agreed there could be no future. I have fallen for him.
And if what I read in his face, in his demands, is true, he loves me too.