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“I know.” He shifted over me, sinking between my splayed legs, rocking his delicious erection against my wetness. His trousers were still in the way. They were the worst barrier imaginable. “I wanted to make this last, but...I don’t think I can.”
“Me either,” I panted. “I just...I need you. Right now. I need to trust this is real before I wake up screaming.”
His eyes locked on mine.
Shifting to his left elbow—the same arm that was now naked of our ink—his other hand went to his belt. He winced as he tried to undo it one-handed.
“Here.” I dove my hands between us. “Let me.”
Bracing himself over me, his fingers feathered through my hair as he arched his hips and bit his bottom lip as I undid, unzipped, and without any hesitation, pushed his slacks and boxer-briefs down his thighs.
I waited for him to roll off me and kick them away. To toe off his shoes and return to me fully naked.
But he didn’t.
Instead, a darker shadow swirled in his eyes. A slight pucker between his brows. Another secret he wasn’t ready to share.
I never looked away from him as my fingers curled around his hot, hard length. He filled my palm with impressive girth. I’d imagined touching him like this so many times but to finally be able to do it?
To have him in my hold?
To have him quaking the longer I touched him?
I shivered.
I needed.
He groaned.
My hand remembered him.
Every ridge and shape. All his heat and size.
An eternity could pass, and I would never forget how he felt. How perfect and velvety and big.
He hissed as I stroked him, up and down, slowly pressing my thumb against his crown and smearing the slickness I found there.
“Fuck, Neri.” He growled, his hips pumping into my hand. “Have you forgotten how sensitive you make me, canim? It’s been too long. Far too fucking long, and I—”
“You want me?”
“I’m aching for you, askim.”
“Then take me.” I squeezed him hard.
He bucked in my hold. A guttural groan echoed in his scarred chest. “Keep doing that and I’ll come before I’m even inside you.”
A confession spilled out of me. “I’m slightly afraid.”
His eyes flared, and he cradled me close. “Afraid? Of me?”
“Of this,” I rushed. “I’m afraid of how much I want this. How much I need you to be real. Every part of me desperately wants this to be true, but what if it isn’t?” Tears stung as they pooled and rolled down my cheeks. “What if I’m about to wake up like I always do, and I’m in bed, alone, like so many other nights?” I stroked him again, memorising his shape, his heat. “I don’t think I could stand it, Aslan. I barely survived losing you once. But to have you back, only to risk losing you again...” I couldn’t finish.
“Ah, Neri.” He kissed me softly. “I’m right here. I’m never going anywhere. You have my word.”
“But how can you say that? How can you know?”
“Because I know what it’s like to lose you and I’ll never let that happen again. Ever.”
