“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I growl, my fingers tightening on her hips. “But I’ll give you everything, Gale. Everything.”
Her walls pulse around me as I begin to move, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her body shudders beneath mine with every thrust. Each movement feels like more than just sex. It feels like a connection I’ve never known before—something deeper, something that terrifies and thrills me all at once.
Her hands find my face, pulling me down until our foreheads touch. Her breath mingles with mine, her voice soft but firm. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, her eyes locking onto mine. “Don’t ever stop.”
Her walls pulse around me, gripping me so perfectly it sends a shiver down my spine as I start to move, slow at first, drawing out every sensation. Each thrust pulls a gasp from her lips, her body trembling beneath mine with a need that matches my own. It’s more than just pleasure—it’s everything. Raw. Consuming. A connection I never thought I’d find, one that both terrifies and electrifies me.
“Never,” I rasp, my lips brushing hers as I thrust harder, deeper, the sound of her moans spurring me on. My hand slides between us, fingers seeking the swollen bundle of nerves at her center. The second I touch her clit, she cries out, her body arching into mine, and I swear I’m losing myself in her all over again.
“Like that?” I murmur against her lips, my fingers circling her in rhythm with each deliberate thrust. Her walls clamp around me, her moans turning into desperate whimpers, and it’s like nothing else exists. Just her. Just this.
“God, Gale,” I groan, my voice low and wrecked as her nails rake down my back. “You feel so fucking good. I could stay inside you forever.”
Her hips buck against mine, meeting every movement, her body chasing the edge as I drive into her again and again. The tension coils tighter between us, a heat building with every touch, every thrust, every gasping plea that falls from her lips.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her body responds, the way her nails dig into my skin, the way her moans break into breathless cries. And I’m right there with her, holding back with everything I have, wanting this moment to last just a little longer.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my lips capturing hers as my thrusts deepen, my fingers circling her clit with just the right pressure to make her gasp. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and the sound she makes—a desperate, breathless moan—nearly undoes me. “I’ll always have you, Gale. Always.”
And the scariest part? I mean it.
Every word, every thrust, every touch—it’s all a promise. One I never thought I’d want to make, but now it feels inevitable. Like she’s carved her place into me, and there’s no undoing it.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, her gaze locking onto mine with a fire that matches the heat building between us. Her chest rises and falls, her breath mingling with mine as I move inside her, slow and deliberate, making her feel every inch of me.
The thought rises, unbidden but undeniable. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want us to end.
Forever. It’s a word that used to feel distant, untouchable, like a lie people told themselves to feel safe. But with her? It doesn’t feel impossible. It feels real. It feels right.
And for the first time, I wonder—what if this could actually be it? What ifshe’sit?
Her body trembles beneath mine, her nails biting into my skin as she gasps my name, her voice breaking on the edge of something she can’t hold back any longer. I thrust harder, deeper, my fingers still working her clit, and her cries push me to the brink. Her walls clench around me, pulling me under, and I let go, falling with her into the abyss.
She shatters beneath me, her body arching, her moans raw and unrestrained as she comes undone. The intensity of her release sends me spiraling after her, a guttural groan tearing from my chest as I empty myself into her, every ounce of control obliterated.
I collapse against her, but it’s not over. Not yet. My lips find hers in a kiss so deep, so consuming, it feels like drowning and breathing all at once. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she’s as desperate for this connection as I am.
The kiss doesn’t end. It stretches, endless and everlasting, like the world itself has stopped to make room for this moment. For us.
When we finally pull back, our breaths are ragged, our foreheads pressed together, but I’m still not ready to let go. I never want to let go.
And next time? Next time, I want more.
I want to brand her, to mark her, to make sure she knows that she’s mine in every way that matters. Because the truth is, I already know I’m hers.
Hers.
Completely.
And there’s no going back from this. From us.
Not now. Not ever.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Galeana
His weight presses into me,grounding me in the moment, yet I feel anything but confined. He’s still inside me, his body molded to mine as if he’s always belonged here, as if this connection was inevitable. I stare up at him, unable to look away, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes.
