Page 62 of It's Only Ever Been You

I slide my hand down her side, gripping her hip as I press my body fully against hers. The heat of her, the way her body fits perfectly against mine, drives me to the edge. My lips find hers again, claiming her in a kiss that’s as desperate as it is consuming.

“Say it again,” I murmur against her lips, my hand covering hers as together we guide me to her entrance. The slick heat of her makes me groan, and I pause, needing to hear it one more time.

“I want you,” she says, her voice trembling but sure. “Every part of you, Ethan. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

That’s all the permission I need.

Her words ignite something primal inside me, a surge of heat and hunger I can’t control, don’t want to control. I press my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as I push into her slowly, savoring every second. The tight, wet heat of her wraps around me, and a guttural groan escapes my lips. Her eyes close of their own volition and her face is pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, Emma,” I rasp, my voice thick with a mix of pleasure and awe. “You feel… so goddamn good.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her back arching as she takes me in, her breath hitching in soft, uneven gasps. Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and the emotion I see there—vulnerability, desire, trust—nearly undoes me.

I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, my hand sliding up to cradle her face. “Are you okay?” I whisper, my voice gentler now, my thumb brushing against her cheek.

She nods, her lips parting as she whispers, “More than okay.”

Her words loosen the last threads of my restraint. I pull back slowly, almost completely, before thrusting back in, a deliberate and hard movement that has us both gasping. The way her body grips me, the way she moves with me—it’s like we’ve done this a thousand times, and yet it feels brand new.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmur, my lips finding hers in a kiss that’s slow and deep, a stark contrast to the intensity building between us. “You were made for me, Emma.”

Her hands move to my back, her nails raking lightly against my skin as her hips lift to meet mine. “Ethan,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “Please, I need—”

“I know,” I cut her off, my voice low and rough as I pick up the pace, each thrust deeper, harder, more purposeful. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve always got you.”

Her body arches beneath me, her head falling back as a moan escapes her lips, and I take the opportunity to press kisses down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. The sound of her, the way she says my name like a prayer, like a plea—it pushes me closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” I command softly, my hand slipping beneath her thigh to hitch her leg higher around my waist. “I want to see your face when you come around my cock.”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and glassy with pleasure, and it’s almost too much. Her body tightens around me, and I know she’s close, her breaths coming in short, frantic bursts as she clings to me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low and coaxing. “Let go for me, Emma. Let me feelyou.”

With one more thrust, she falls apart, her body trembling beneath mine as her climax washes over her. She cries out, her nails digging into my back, her thighs gripping my hips as waves of pleasure ripple through her.

The sight, the sound, the feel of her—pushes me over the edge. My rhythm falters as I bury myself deep, groaning her name as I spill into her, every muscle in my body taut with the intensity of my release. It’s overwhelming and grounding all at once, like finding something I didn’t know I’d lost.

We stay this way for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. The fiery urgency between us shifts, cooling into something deeper, more profound. The way she fits against me isn’t about possession—it’s something deeper, something safe, each slow breath between us a promise neither of us can bring ourselves to say. I brush the damp hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“I told you,” I murmur against her lips, my voice hoarse but sure. “You’re mine, Emma. Always.”

I shift slightly, careful not to crush her beneath my weight, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. My arms remain wrapped around her, her body fitting perfectly against mine as we lie tangled together. Her breathing is still uneven, her chest rising and falling against me, and the flush across her cheeks makes her look utterly irresistible.

Her fingers glide lightly along my arm, and I watch her with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness, my hand brushing slow circles along her back. For a while, the only sound is the steady rhythm of our breaths, the quiet hum of the world outside muted by the moment we’ve created.

She looks up at me, her eyes soft, her lips slightly swollen from our kisses. “That was…” She trails off, her voice catching, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “That was surreal.”

I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “Yeah?” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Her laugh is soft, breathy, and it’s like a balm to every jagged edge inside me. “You’re insatiable,” she teases, her voice still a little shaky but tinged with amusement.

“Only for you,” I reply, my tone playful but laced with truth. I run my fingers along her side, tracing the curve of her waist, and her breath hitches slightly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. For you.”

Her expression softens, and she reaches up, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “You have me now,” she whispers, her voice steady despite the emotion behind her words.

Something in her tone, in the way she looks at me, makes my chest tighten. I lean down, capturing her lipsin a slow, sinful kiss, pouring every unspoken feeling into the connection. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers, my voice dropping to a low murmur.

“I’m not letting you go again, Emma. Not ever.”

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