Page 137 of After All This Time

"Every inch of your body, your mind…" His voice lowers to a guttural whisper. "That heart you keep trying to protect from me. I'm taking it all."

With one powerful thrust, he sinks into me, and the feel of him steals my breath. My spine bows, his size stretching me to the point of pain—the sweet kind that makes my toes curl. He withdraws slowly, letting me feel every thick inch, then slams home so hard my cries grow louder.

"Tobias… please move," I beg.

"Tell me, Amelia," he whispers against my ear. "Tell me what we have is not just a fucking friendship."

Everything else falls away because right now nothing exists except his body, his voice, and the way he's making me feel.

"I need to hear you say that nothing about us is dirty or depraved when being inside you is the most incredible thing I've ever felt."

"Tobias, I—" My protest turns into a scream as he thrusts in hard, knocking the air from my lungs.

He rips off his shirt, and in the mirror's reflection, I see the beauty that makes my heart skip.

"Ahh… baby, please," I beg again, and this time he gives in, his pace becoming brutal.

Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over until my legs tremble beneath me.When his hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back and forcing my eyes to the mirror, I see everything we are—possession, belonging, and the undeniable truth that nothing else will ever come close to this.

"Look at me while I'm inside you, Firefly. Watch us and tell me what we are."

"We're us, Tobias," the truth spilling out as pleasure builds inside me, "it's just you and me."

His head falls back, exposing the throat I'm desperate to mark with my teeth, and his thrusts turn primal. He drives his hips into me, fucking me like he's trying to break through my skin and climb inside, searching for something only my body can give him.

Thisneedthat burnsbetween us goes beyond addiction—it's oxygen, it's gravity, it's everything that keeps your heart beating.

"Come with me," I plead, my voice breaking as ecstasy claims me.

His eyes snap to mine, wild and possessive, as his rhythm turns brutal. His fingers dig into my flesh, and my orgasm crashes through me, stealing my breath as I shatter in his arms, every muscle tightening around him. His name falls from my lips in a broken cry, the sound tipping him over the edge.

With a final, punishing thrust, he stills, his head falling to my shoulder as he groans my name. I feel him pulse inside me, his release marking every single inch of me in a way that says I'll never belong to anyone else again.

There's something profoundly intimate about sharing a shower with someone who knows every piece of you. With Tobias, it isn’t about sex—it’s gentle hands and lazy kisses under the warm spray—perfect in every sense of the word.

Once I’m out, I slip into an oversized T-shirt that falls just past my thighs, the soft cotton skimming over my freshly showered skin. I towel-dry my hair, the damp strands clinging to my fingers, before pulling it back into a loose ponytail.

As I step into the kitchen barefoot, the sight that greets me stops the world from spinning. Tobias stands shirtless, his back to me, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he stirs something in a pan. It's effortlessly sexy, and I can't help but drink him in.

When he turns, catching me watching him, his lips curve into that smile that's been my undoing since day one. His eyes trail over me, pausing on my bare legs, and there's something in his gaze that makes my breath catch. It's not just desire—though that's there too, simmering just beneath the surface. It's something deeper, something that feels like forever.

"I know this is technically breakfast," Tobias says over his shoulder, the spatula moving throughthescrambled eggs. "But we need to get groceries."

"Eggs are an anytime-of-the-day food."

These little moments make my heart flutter—the simple domesticity of sharing a kitchen with him.

"Shall I make some toast?"

"Please, baby."

As the bread starts to brown, I move behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my cheek against his naked back, and he relaxes instantly.

"Tobias?" My lips brush his skin with a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"What we share isn't dirty." My words come out quietly, and I feel him still for a moment. "Touching you like this, like we just did, gives me the most beautiful feeling. And I won't let anyone, including myself, taint how pure this is."

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