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The crude language feels foreign on my tongue but right in this moment. Cole’s eyes darken at my words. His fingers increase their tempo between my thighs as his hips drive forward with more force, claiming the most forbidden part of me with authoritative possession.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “Show me how you like it.”
I comply without hesitation, replacing his fingers with my own. The combining his cock filling my ass and my touch pushes me rapidly toward an edge I never knew existed.
“That’s it,” he encourages, watching my fingers work in rhythm with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you surrender completely.”
My entire body tightens, hovering on the precipice. Cole recognizes the signs and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Come for me. Now.” He urges, his breath hot against my skin.
His command obliterates my last restraint. The orgasm crashes through me with devastating intensity, my entire body convulsing as I cry out his name. The sound seems to break something loose in him as well. His rhythm falters, becoming erratic as his control finally breaks.
“Molly,” he groans, his body tensing above me. I feel him throbbing inside as he empties himself, his face transformed by pleasure in a way that makes him look almost vulnerable.
For a moment, we remain joined, both gasping for breath, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together in the aftermath of something that feels like more than just sex. He withdraws carefully, making me wince at the sudden emptiness. My legs shake when I try to stand, and he steadies me with gentle hands.
“Easy,” he murmurs, studying my face with concern. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been completely ruined,” I admit, surprised by my honesty.
A satisfied smile crosses his features. “Come on.”
He guides me toward the bathroom, one arm supporting my unsteady steps. I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror and barely recognize my reflection. Hair disheveled, lips swollen, skin flushed and marked. I look thoroughly debauched and wholly satisfied.
In the bathroom, Cole turns on the tub faucet, and steam begins to rise, carrying the scent of lavender and eucalyptus. The hot water stings slightly against my sensitized skin, but it’s exactly what I need. I sink down with a grateful sigh, the heat immediately beginning to soothe muscles I didn’t realize were so tense. Cole kneels beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves.
He soaps the cloth, the lather warm and slippery between his fingers as he washes me with the same careful attention he showed during our encounter. His touch is gentle now, reverent even, as he cleans away the evidence of our passion.
“You’re being very gentle,” I observe.
“You deserve gentle right now,” he replies quietly. “What we did was intense. I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m more than okay.” I catch his hand with mine. “But this side of you, this caring... it’s unexpected.”
“Good or bad, unexpected?”
“Good,” I say without hesitation. “Very good.”
“How do you feel though? Not just physically, but emotionally too.” His fingers trace soothing patterns on my skin.
I consider the question seriously. “Overwhelmed. But not in a bad way. Safe, despite everything.”
“Good. That’s exactly how you should feel.” His voice softens. “We’ll always talk afterward. Always check in.”
He continues washing me, shampooing my hair with careful fingers that massage my scalp. This tenderness hits deeper than his dominance did. Care instead of control. Trust instead of surrender.
He stands to leave to get a towel, but I catch his wrist. “Cole?”
“Yeah?”
“I meant what I said earlier. About trusting you. That hasn’t changed.”
Something shifts in his expression, a vulnerability I haven’t seen before. “Good. You can trust me with this. With all of it.”
He helps me out of the bath, wrapping me in a thick towel. His touch is different now, tender rather than demanding, yet still possessive. He dries me with careful attention, his fingers lingering over the places he marked earlier. When he reaches for clothes, I shake my head.
“Not yet,” I say, surprising myself with my boldness.
