It's funny, the things you never see in the moment, that become apparent once you get some distance.
Miles' eyes aren't calculating or assessing, though. They're filled with pure want. Need. Helikeswhat he sees.
Swallowing, I nod. "So fucking wet."
He gives me a feral grin before fisting his cock and crawling over me. "I'll be the judge of that." Then he swipes his throbbing head through my folds, making my back arch. "Shit. You're right. So fucking wet."
"I need you inside me," I whimper, feeling empty all of a sudden. We don't need to worry about contraceptives—not only can I only get pregnant during a heat, but he can't impregnate anyone outsideof his. Makes me wonder how my parents were able to conceive three times.
"I'll take care of you." And take care of me he does.
The first slide of his dick entering me is like coming home. The velvety soft, supple skin of his cock slides past my entrance until his pubic bone hits mine.
"Oh, oh,Bethany," he groans, his face hiding in my neck. "It's been so long, I…fuck, baby, you feel likehome."
"I was just thinking the same thing about you," I whisper in a choked voice, tears stinging my eyes.
He lifts his head suddenly, looking me in the eyes. "Bethany? What's wrong?" Gone is the man who growled at me a moment ago. In his place is a sweet, concerned omega who makes me feel like I belong somewhere.
"Nothing," I shake my head, smiling through my tears as I cup his cheek with my hand. "Absolutely nothing is wrong." He turns his face and kisses my palm as realization dawns in his expression.
"Is it too early to say I love you?" He asks, shocking a laugh out of me. He grins, but shakes his head. "I'm almost completely serious, Bethany. I don't know what this is, but…it's more than the scent match. It's like…it's like I found a missing piece of my soul."
A piece of my fractured heart binds itself back together at his words. As I look up into his eyes, I realize that I feel the same way. Being around him…it fixes something inside of me. Something that broke so long ago I don't remember a time it was whole.
"Make me yours, Miles," I tell him, tilting my chin up.
"Gladly," he murmurs, leaning down to capture my lips as he slowly, blissfully,finally, starts moving his hips.
The draw back is slow, the way his hips swivel slightly when he thrusts back in enough to drive me mad.
This can only be described as one thing—making love.
And that's what I want to do with Miles. I thought I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't remember my own name. I mean, Idowant that. Later, though.
His lips never leave me as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, worshiping every inch of skin his lips can reach. Kisses feather across my eyelids, my cheekbones. Soft, sucking kisses to my neck and jaw make me melt into a pile of goo.
This man knows how to worship a woman.
How to make her feel loved.
And I'm so fucking glad that woman is me.
Before long, his thrusts grow quicker, more desperate, and I writhe underneath him, my nails scraping over his back.
The curve of his perfect cock hits me in all the right places, and I'm so close to an orgasm that's been building the moment he lifted me in his arms I can almost taste it.
He lifts one hand, bracing my neck as he uses his thumb to tilt my chin up, and takes my mouth wholly.
Completely.
I tip over the edge, my pussy tightening and fluttering around his cock, making his hips stutter. "Oh, oh,fuuuuck, Bethany" he groans into my mouth as my orgasm triggers his own, and I feel every pulse and twitch of him as he empties himself inside me.
After what feels like forever, he slows, both of our heavy breathing filling the silence. What I just experienced with Miles, the damn transcendence of our very souls connecting…it's not something I've ever felt before.
When he collapses next to me, his cock slipping out easily as he lays on his back and nestles me into his side, I feel more complete than I ever have.
A laugh bursts out of him after a minute, making me sit up and raise a brow at him. "What's so funny? The mind-blowing, life-changing sex we just had?"