“Anna, I—” he murmurs, his voice breaking.
I kiss him.
He releases my hands and I hold him, digging my fingertips into his back.
And then we move.
Slow and deep.
Every thrust, every whispered name, every shuddering gasp and curse—it’s a confession.A prayer.A breaking apart and a putting back together.
There’s no turning back because I want this—God, do I want this.
So, Ilet go.
I give him everything.
And he gives it right back.
Joel moves, slow at first, like he’s still absorbing the fact that we’re finally here.That this is happening.Thatwe’rehappening.
He’s everywhere—his hands, his mouth, the heat of his body pressing into mine like he can’t get close enough.Like there will never be enough of this, of us.
I feel him start to tremble.
A deep, ragged moan rumbles from his chest as I arch beneath him, my name slipping past his lips in something close to worship.
I hold onto him like he’s the only thing anchoring me to this moment.Because maybe he is.
Maybe he always was.
It’s too much, and yet—I want more.
Every thrust, every pull, every whisper against my skin sends me higher.Until I can’t breathe, can’t think—can onlyfeel.Feel him.
He flips me over, guiding me to ride him, his breath warm and unsteady.“Anna,” he rasps, voice breaking as he reaches up, his hands warm and playful on my breasts.
I bend forward, fisting my hands in his hair, needing to feel him deeper.“I know,” I whisper back.
And then—I break.
The world slips away, pleasure ripping through me so fast and sharp, I almost forget how to breathe.But he’s here—he’s right here—watching me fall apart, following me over the edge, losing himself in me.
His body shakes with the force of it, his grip on me unrelenting, his mouth almost biting down at the space where my neck meets my shoulder like he can somehow keep this moment between us forever.
I don’t even realize I’m still holding onto him.
“Holy shit,” I mumble against his shoulder, my limbs still shaking.
He lets out a breathless laugh.“Ace, you just made me seeGod.”
I grin, half-delirious.“Hope you said something nice.”
He lifts his head, grinning like the cockiest bastard alive.“Oh, I did.I said,thank you, sir, may I have another?”
I groan, shoving his face away.“You’re the worst.”
“And yet, you’re still on top of me.”He tips his hips up slightly, reminding me just how deeply embedded he is.