Page 30 of Burn it Down

“Good,” I snarl, fucking her deeper. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. You’re going to take every drop. I want it dripping out of you.”

I look down between us just as I pull back, and all the way out of her pussy. I want the feeling of sliding inside of her again. The moonlight glints off the blood smeared on my cock. I knew I was her first, but my body goes feral at the sight.

“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting all the way back in. “You’re mine. No one else will ever touch you.”

I bury myself as deep as I can, grinding against her as I come, groaning into her neck.

Being inside of my girl doesn’t just feel good, it feels cosmic. Like the earth could crack open and swallow us whole and I wouldn’t care, not as long as I’m here, in her.

“I love you, baby,” I breathe. “You’re mine. You’re finally mine.”

My hot cum fills her, and I stay there, pulsing, panting, unable to let go. Even when it’s over, I don’t move. I kiss her neck lazily, again and again, while I catch my breath.

I nearly collapse on top of her from the force of my orgasm, but I know if I do I’ll crush her. I’m not anywhere near prepared to pull out of her. I think that sort of loss would kill me, so I brace on my forearms, watching her beneath me. Her lips are parted,skin flushed and glowing in the moonlight, and I swear I could come all over again just from the sight of her.

She looks ruined in the best way. She looks like she’s fucking mine.

I whisper it again into the curve of her jaw. "Mine."

And yet, it still doesn't feel like enough.

I press soft kisses to her cheeks, her shoulder, the shell of her ear.

“You were perfect,” I whisper. “I didn’t know I could feel so many things all at once.”

She hums, threading her fingers through my hair.

“I used to dream about this,” she murmurs.

I pull back slightly, my forehead resting against hers.

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Used to lie in bed and pretend your arms were around me. That one day you’d come back and do exactly this.”

I exhale, the breath shaky. “You never have to be alone again. Neither of us do.”

Finally, I lift my head and look down at her.

“You okay?” I whisper, stroking her cheek.

She nods, eyes dazed and dreamy.

Her gaze falls to my wrist and the bracelet she gave me just before I left.

She smiles and runs her fingers over it, but doesn’t say anything. She knows I’ve kept her with me and that will never change.

“I love you in ways I don’t think either of us will ever understand,” I say.

She blinks up at me, then whispers, “You’ve always been my person.”

She draws in a shaky breath, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight. “I love you, Riven. I’ve always loved you. Even whenI felt lost without you. Even when I tried to forget. You were still the only thing I wanted.”

My heart slams in my chest. For a moment, I can’t speak. I just stare at her like I’m seeing her for the first time. She’s vulnerable, open, completely mine.

“Say it again,” I whisper, voice raw. I need to get her off the cold ground and in the warm cabin, but I can’t force myself to do it. I need just a few more minutes of this.

She smiles and then threads her fingers into my hair. “I love you, Riven.”

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