I held her tight as wave after wave ripped through me, emptying myself inside her until there was nothing left but the raw pulse of my heartbeat, the sweat on our skin, and the sound of her gasps mixing with mine.
“Sloane,” I panted against her mouth, my breath breaking, my body shaking as I lost myself inside her. “God, I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
I stayed buried in her, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks, my arms locked tight around her trembling frame. Her nails were still in my skin, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps against my neck, but I didn’t loosen my grip. I didn’t want to let go.
She shifted weakly beneath me, but I pinned her down again, refusing to let her move an inch. I was still throbbing inside her, still thick, still pulsing, and I ground in slow circles just to hear that soft little whimper spill from her lips again.
“Can’t stop needing you.” I rasped, breath ragged, my lips brushing along her jaw.
Her lashes fluttered, her body pliant, spent, but I could feel the faint tremor still running through her. I held her tighter, chest pressed to hers, not letting her slip away even as the room quieted around us.
I kissed her slowly and deeply, pouring everything I felt into her—the love, the need, the ache I couldn’t put into words. My lips lingered on hers as I whispered, “I promise you, Sloane. Tonight is just the beginning. I’m yours, you’re mine, and nothing in this world will ever take you from me. I’ll never let you go.”
Then she whispered, a soft smile in her voice. “I’m not letting you go either. I love you.”
Iwoke to darkness outside the window, spooning a soft, warm body that smelled intoxicating. I buried my face in the back of her head, letting her scent fill me, and a deep, quiet contentment washed over me. My gaze lingered on the curve of her bare shoulder, and I pressed my nose there, inhaling her again. God, she smelled so perfect, so utterly hers, that I could spend every moment like this, wrapped around her, holding her close, and never want anything more.
And I still couldn’t fully believe I was here, in our bedroom, on our bed, holding her like this. I couldn’t believe everything that had led to this moment.
Last night, after we made love, we ran upstairs to the bedroom naked, laughing, carrying our clothes, our whispers echoing in the quiet house. I had no idea how loud we were—Sloane certainly wasn’t quiet—but somehow, miraculously, we didn’t wake Harper.
We stepped into the shower together, our lips never parting, our hands exploring eagerly, tracing every curve and soft spot over and over until I could no longer hold back. Her hands slid down to my shaft, stroking me and drawing a deep, guttural grunt from my chest. I lifted her effortlessly, pressed her against the wall, and buried myself inside her again beneath the warm cascade of water, losing myself completely in her—in the way she clenched around me, in every gasp and shiver she gave.
I smiled at the memory, knowing I would be grinning like this for days. My hands slid to her waist and then to the front, slipping beneath her shirt to find her breasts. I cupped them,giving a gentle squeeze, already pressing myself against her back. I couldn’t stop myself; the need for her was too strong.
And then I heard her moaning softly.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” I asked, though I wasn’t sorry at all. I lifted myself to press a kiss to her cheek.
She moaned again, turning her head to look at me, then down to her chest where my hand still rested.
“Want me to stop?” I whispered, nipping lightly at the shell of her ear.
“No,” she sighed, pressing against me. “Keep going.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, grinding into me, her body taut and wanting, and I couldn’t help the growl that escaped me.
I rolled her onto her back, and in a few heated, blurred motions, I stripped us both completely bare.
“It’s pointless to put our clothes back on when we’re just going to take them off again, don’t you think?” I murmured as I lowered my head, capturing one of her nipples with my mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
“Harper could come in any time,” she gasped between moans as I devoured her perfect breasts.
“I already locked the door,” I said, grinning. “We’ll worry about clothes when she bangs on it.”
She smiled at me and cupped my cheek, pulling me close. Our eyes met, and in that gaze, we spoke without words—everything we felt, everything we promised. The love that had carried us through, the mistakes we would never repeat, the vow that we would always be there for each other.
“Cameron,” she breathed, soft and urgent. “Make love to me. I want to feel you completely with me—your heart, every part of you—and nothing can come between us this time.”
“Sloane…” I whispered, my chest tight, as if it might burst. “I’ve waited for this moment… waited for you like this.”
I pressed myself against her, claiming her lips, losing myself in her. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I couldn’t stop the growl that ripped from my chest.
“Are you mine now, Sloane? Tell me you’re mine. And I’m yours. Completely yours.”
“Yes,” she said, smiling. There was no hesitation, her eyes steady and sure. “I’m yours.”
