Watching him, I slid my hand down my middle to touch myself and rolled my clit, never taking my eyes off his wide, powerful frame fucking me with life-and-death urgency that made me so wet and hot, I could barely hang on. Seeing my soft thighs against his sinewy arms, wrapping around his granite-carved hips, only made me hotter. Such contrasts, yet so perfectly complementary. Where I gave, he took. And when I bent, he stayed solid.
“Love you, Benny,” I repeated, my hips arching to meet his.
“Say it again,” he pleaded, his voice wrecked, muscles coiling as he drove into me. “Say you love me.”
“I love you,” I gasped, pleasure cresting in my belly. “I love you. Iloveyou, Ben.”
And we both soared right over the edge together.
His jaw clenched, a broken sound tearing from his throat as he spilled inside me, hips jerking once, twice, then going still. Hot, heavy, shaking, he dropped forward, bracing himself over me so he didn’t crush me, his forehead pressed to mine as we both tried to breathe again.
For a few seconds, there was only heartbeats and gasps and the faint hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand.
Then he huffed out a shaky laugh.
“Okay,” he panted. “That was…a lot.”
I smiled up at him, brushing damp curls away from his forehead. “I think you went full werewolf.”
“I had no choice,” he argued, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You were telling me you love me and squeezing the life out of me with your thighs.”
“That was a hug.”
He rumbled under his breath. “From now on, always hug me that way.” Then he flopped down on the mattress, bringing me with him. Our legs tangled, and he tucked my head under his chin, right where he wanted me.
The side of my throat tingled as I settled against him. “I’m definitely going to have at least one noticeable mark.”
His fingers trailed over the curve of my neck. “Yeah, but it’s aromanticmark.”
“It’s a territorial mark.”
“Same thing.”
That made me laugh in a way I hadn’t all day. And he noticed of course. He always noticed.
“There it is,” he murmured, soft again. “That smile. I missed that today.”
“It’s back,” I promised, cupping his face. “You brought it back.”
He studied me for a second, deciding whether to believe it, then nodded. “Good. I prefer this version of you. The one in bed with me. Naked. In love with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Too naked and tired to even try,” I teased.
The bedroom was quiet now, and my body hummed, completely relaxed, like all the tension had finally bled out of me.
“Hey, Mazz?” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Still scared?”
I thought about it. About the old wounds and lurking doubt. The fear that good things couldn’t last.
Then I thought about him and his vulnerability with me—about the shape of the night we’d just shared.
“No,” I said quietly. “Not right now. Right now, I feel safer than ever.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and tightened his arms around me. Like he could physically hold me close enough my fears wouldn’t be able to find me again.
