Page 115 of After All This Time

Before I can protest, he turns me in his arms, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Hot water rains down my back, but it's the cold shock of glass against my ass that tears a gasp from my throat.

"I need to be inside you."

He nudges against my entrance, promising the kind of pleasure that only comes with absolute trust, and god, I need him to fill me. I need him to stretch me open and feel his cum paint my walls when he finally breaks.

"I've never… not once." The confession slips from his lips, and it does something to my stupid heart. He doesn't need to finish the thought—I already know. I trust him with everything I am, even with this.

Especially with this.

The trust burning in his eyes mirrors the surrender in mine—a silent contract written in want and sealed with need.

"If it wasn't already crystal fucking clear, you own me, Firefly," he growls, every word sounding like it's being ripped from a place no one's ever dared to touch. "And after this… fuck, I'll do anything."

I have no idea what he’s offering, and I don’t think he does either, but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters.

"This… I just want this."

He thrusts deep, burying himself to the hilt, and my cry is swallowed by his mouth on mine. Bare skin against bare skin, no barriers, no distance—just Tobias. Just us.

He doesn't move at first, letting me feel every inch of him stretching me as I adjust to his size.

And then he does.

The first thrust is slow, like he wants me to feel every inch of him dragging against my walls. But patience fades fast, giving way to something primal as he picks up the pace and drives into me.

Our chests rise and fall together, desperate breaths mingling with the pounding water.

I drag my lips across his jaw, trailing toward his ear. "Fuck me hard, baby."

He starts to move like a man possessed, murmuring filthy promises in my ear, each word making my body tremble in his arms.

"All these years," he growls,his teeth gently grazingthe sensitive skinon my ear."I've wasted so much time not touching you like this."

My legs tighten around his waist, locking him to me while my arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. Every brutal thrust robs me of breath, leaving only his name on my lips.

"Fuck, you're close. I can feel it," he rasps, his voice wrecked as he pounds into me, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "I wanna feel you fucking soak me when youcome."

Hiswords push me over the edge, my body going rigid before splintering into pieces. Heat, fire, pleasure—everything detonates at once, and my orgasm crashes through me with a force that leaves me crying out his name.

"Fuck, fuck, baby, fuck." Tobias groans, his rhythm growing erratic as he chases his own release. His hips slam home one final time before he stills, and a roar of pleasure echoes off the shower walls as he fills me with his cum.

He drops his forehead to my chest, both of us shattered and whole at the same time.

"Don't move. Not yet."

"Like I could move even if I wanted to," I breathe out, pinned and absolutely ruined in all the best ways.

He slides out of me slowly, his eyes turning predatory when he looks down at the mess we've made. "Fuck, look at us," he murmurs, pride dripping from every word.

He sets me down like I'm his favorite toy—precious but made for his pleasure—one hand bruising my hip while the other slides between my thighs. He pushes a finger into my sensitive pussy—because he can,because I'm his to touch now—before withdrawing it and bringing it to my lips.

"Open up, baby," he demands, and fuck if my lips don't part instantly.

The taste of us mixed together floods my tongue, and it's filthy, perfect, and absolutely destroying what's left of my sanity.

His mouth crashes into mine, each slow stroke of his tongue sending sparks dancing beneath my skin.

"See how perfect we taste together?" he whispers, his tongue tracing my bottom lip. "How could that ever be wrong, Firefly?"

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