I shatter.
Crying out into his mouth, thighs clamping around his wrist, pulse after pulse while his fingers keep working, not slowing, dragging it out until I'm shaking so hard I can't stand.
"Good girl." His mouth at my ear. His fingers still moving. Slower now but not stopping. "That's one. We're not done."
"I can't—"
" told you. Twice."
"Keer—"
"Hands off my hair. Down here. Around me."
My hands drop from his hair without asking and wrap around him—hard and hot, already leaking at the tip. He makes a strangled sound against my throat.
"That's it." Rough. Wrecked. "Just like that."
I stroke him and his hips push into my grip and his fingers push deeper into me. I'm moving back toward the edge already, faster than should be possible, every nerve already wrecked from the first one.
"Keer—"
"Again." His mouth at my temple. "I told you. Make it again."
"Please—"
"Say my name when you do it."
He bites the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and his thumb circles and his fingers curl and—
"KEER—"
I shatter again. Harder. Everything white-hot and shaking and his name coming out of me again and again like a prayer I don't know how to stop.
His hips jerk into my hand. His own voice cracking against my throat.
"Mine." A growl. "You're mine. Say it."
"Yours—"
"Again."
"I'm yours, Keer—Keer—"
And that undoes him. He groans against my neck, a torn sound, and his hips stutter into my grip and warmth spills over my fingers and his whole body shudders against mine. His forehead drops to my shoulder. Breathing ragged and so close I can feel every exhale.
Both of us shaking. My hand still wrapped around him. His fingers still inside me. Bark rough against my back. Blood cooling on his chest where it's pressed to mine.
The forest quiet around us.
Everything quiet.
I turn my face into his neck. Breathe in cedar and copper and sweat and him. My lips move against his throat without asking permission.
"I'm yours."
He holds very still.
Then he pulls back.
