"I was terrified today," he admitted, his movements slow and deep, each one deliberate. "When I heard you were in danger, I—"
"I know," I whispered, cupping his face. "I'm here. I'm safe."
"Because of luck," he said roughly, his pace increasing slightly. "Not because you were careful."
"Then keep me safe," I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Keep me right here."
Something in his expression cracked open. He kissed me like I was precious, like I was breakable, even as his hips snapped forward with increasing urgency. The contradiction, the gentleness, and the hunger undid me completely.
We moved together as the night gave way to the darkest hours before dawn. Time lost meaning. There was only sensation, the slide of sweat-slicked skin, the chorus of moans and gasps, the building pressure that crested again and again until we were both trembling and spent.
