She whispers, “I feel like the way you’ve been looking at me tonight… like it’s just for me. I’m hoping it’s true – like maybe you’ve never looked at another woman this way.”
“What other women? I can’t even conjure up a single memory that’s not vague. All of me is only for you. Nobody before you mattered.Youmatter.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Not as much as I love you.”
“Nuh uh. I’ve loved you this way my whole life. Well… except that now I love you even more.”
“But I can promise you I’m gonna love you in a way you’ll forget there was ever a time when I didn’t.”
“I look forward to that. Know what else is really awesome?” she asks.
“Tell me.”
“Your knot.” Her eyes widen and she giggles.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Awesome is fuckin’ right.”
“And it’s all mine.”
“All yours,” I agree.
She giggles again.
“You like chasing games?” I ask.
“I dunno. I might,” she tells me with a grin.
“We’ll certainly find out,” I warn.
Her eyes light up with interest.
I blow out another relieved breath. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for saving all of this for me.”
“It could not have gone another way. Thank the moon, Fate, the universe… because it was meant to be like this.”
I want to throw a fucking party. I did this. I brought her back to me. Fuck, was it work, but I fuckin’ did it.
The party will wait. I’m not sharing her attention with anybody else any time soon.
She moves in for a kiss, hands running up and down my neck and shoulders.
I fall back as she straddles me, and I haul my sweatpants down enough to feel the silky, wet warmth between her legs against my length.
“Get me inside,” I rasp. “Hurry!”
Biting her bottom lip, she gets right to it, wincing as she gets the first inch inside. I hold her hips and watch her carefully, slowly get me fully seated inside her. She looks halfway between pleasure and pain. But fully eager.
Yeah. I get to teach her what I like. She seems like an enthusiastic student.
Immediately, my knot makes a reappearance, andfuckdoes it feel good. Incredible.
My knot does all the work while I get the beautiful view of her curves as she rides me. But the view doesn’t last as she falls forward, burying her face in my neck, crying out with a full-body tremble.
“Did you fall asleep again?” I whisper a few minutes later, running my index finger down her spine.
She shivers. “Not yet,” she replies, squeezing me tighter.