Page 25 of New Year in Kentbury

“Paul,” he murmurs, his voice thick with longing. “Please.”

I still, hovering above him, letting the moment stretch between us. “Please what, Damian?” I ask, my voice low, teasing, but the look in his eyes makes my pulse race.

His hands trail over my shoulders, his touch bold now, urgent. “Please,” he says again, his voice cracking, raw with vulnerability. “Take me. Make me yours. Forever.”

The words hit me like a thunderclap, a perfect storm of desire and love crashing over me. “You are mine,” I rasp, my voice trembling with conviction. “You’ve always been mine, Damian.”

But it’s not enough for him—not now. His legs shift, wrapping around me, holding me against him, his body pressing up as though he can’t stand even an inch of space between us. “Then show me,” he breathes, his lips brushing against mine. “Make me feel it. Make me yours.”

The restraint I’ve held onto snaps, and I claim his mouth with a searing kiss, pouring everything into it—every ounce of love, need, and promise I’ve ever felt for him. My hands roam his body, exploring the smooth planes of his skin, the heat of him beneath me, the way he trembles as my touch grows more deliberate, more insistent.

“Say it again,” I demand, my voice rough as my lips trail down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“I’m yours,” he gasps, his hands gripping me harder, his head tilting back to give me more. “Forever, Paul. Please?—”

I move lower, savoring the sound of his pleas, the way his body responds to every kiss, every touch. I use the lube and when I finally press into him, his breath hitches, his body arching up to meet mine.

The connection is overwhelming, a perfect melding of bodies and souls. Damian moans, his voice trembling with pleasureas he clings to me, his nails digging into my back. “Yes,” he whispers, his voice a mix of desperation and bliss. “Yes, Paul. You. Always you.”

I move slowly at first, savoring the way his body welcomes mine, the way he feels beneath me, around me. But as his moans grow louder, his hands gripping me tighter, I let go, giving him everything he’s begged for.

Our bodies move together, the rhythm building, a crescendo of emotion and pleasure that drowns out the rest of the world. And when we finally reach that peak, it feels like a promise, like forever has been etched into every inch of our skin, into every breath we take.

After, I collapse beside him, pulling him into my arms, our bodies still entwined, our breaths coming in ragged bursts. He looks up at me, his eyes soft, his smile content.

“Forever,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Forever,” he echoes, his voice steady now, filled with the kind of certainty that only comes with love this deep, this unbreakable.

And this isn’t just a new year. It’s a new us, a new beginning. Our own beginning. Because we’ve found everything we’ve ever needed—in each other.