He doesn’t make me beg twice.
One hand slips between us, guiding the thick head of his cock to my entrance. The second I feel him there, I shudder, because fuck, he’s big.
And hot.
And mine.
He holds me still, his other hand cradling the back of my head, and he looks into my eyes as he pushes in.
Slow, firm, relentless.
“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
And I do.
I breathe. I open for him. And he fills me, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt, and I swear I’m about to come from the stretch alone.
“So tight,” he grunts, forehead pressing to mine. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
I nod, tears pricking my eyes because I’ve never felt so close to someone. Not just physically, but spiritually.
Like something cosmic is clicking into place.
Like this was always meant to be.
He begins to move. Long, deep thrusts that stroke every sensitive part of me. He sets a rhythm that’s both possessive and tender, worshipping my body as much as he claims it.
“Say it again,” he groans, picking up the pace, sweat glistening across his shoulders. “Say you pick me.”
“I pick you,” I pant, clinging to him. “I’ll always pick you.”
Our bodies slap together, hard and hungry, each motion coaxing me closer to that edge. His thumb finds my clit and circles with just the right pressure, making me sob.
“Come for me, Mo Chroí. Let me feel you fall apart on me.”
And I do.
With his name on my lips, with our bond singing like wildfire, I come hard—my body clenching around him, pulling him deeper, tighter.
He follows with a roar, thrusting hard and deep as he comes inside me, hips stuttering, hands shaking, body locked as he pours everything he is into me.
And when it’s done, when we’re tangled together in the afterglow, he presses his lips to my temple and whispers, “You saved me too, mate. You just don’t know it yet.”
And neither of us lets go.
Chapter Thirty-Kian
The morning sun hasn’t even peeked over the trees yet, but I’m already awake.
Wide awake. And not in the good way.
I’ve got everything I ever wanted right here in my arms.
My mate.
My heart.
My home.