Page 59 of You Owe Me

Her fingers scramble for purchase, dragging down my back, leaving heat in their wake. I brace one hand behind her thigh and press her open wider, angling deeper, until the sound that leaves her is more sob than moan.

“That’s it,” I whisper, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Let go.”

She clings to me, breath hitching with every movement. Her hips try to meet mine, to push for more, faster, but I keep her pinned. Keep the pace right where I want it.

She’s unraveling.

And I’m not giving her mercy.

Not yet.

My name leaves her lips again, half-swallowed, half-plea, and it shoots straight through me like a match to dry timber. I grit my teeth, push deeper, and hold for a second that stretches forever, just to feel her flutter around me.

Her body begs.

But I’m not done making her feel it.

Every inch.

Every second.

Every fucking heartbeat.

Her body tightens under mine—hips lifting, breath catching—and I feel her getting close, the tremble in her thighs, the way her fingers clutch at me like she’s holding on for dear life.

I slow down, just slightly.

Ease into each movement like I’m carving it into memory.

“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, my forehead pressed to hers. “I’ve got you.”

Her lips part, and the sound that leaves her is pure want. Raw. Honest.

I brush my thumb across her cheek, just to ground her. Just to be close.

Because this… this isn’t about control.

It’s about knowing her body better than I know my own.

It’s the way she arches into me, like we’re two puzzle pieces slotting into place. The way her breath hitches every time I whisper her name. The way her hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer, like she wants to crawl under my skin and stay there.

“I love you,” she whispers, almost too quiet to hear.

My heart stutters.

I kiss her—slow and deep—like it’s the only response I know how to give. Because words don’t cut it. Not right now. Not when I’m inside her and the whole world has narrowed to the space between our bodies.

“Let go for me,” I breathe against her lips. “Come with me.”

And she does.

With a soft cry, her body gives out beneath me, shaking as she clings to my shoulders. I follow right after, burying my facein her neck, letting the warmth and the rhythm and the sheer overwhelming love carry me under.

When it’s over, we don’t move.

Her legs are still around my waist, her fingers tracing soft lines down my spine.

I’m still inside her.

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