26. Maddy

Chapter 26

Maddy

However I'd thought this day would end, this was the furthest thing from my mind. But as Niko's lips met mine in the sweetest and most heart-wrenching kiss imaginable, I knew I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

The struggle had been real between us these past two days, but this… this is where I wanted to be. More than anywhere else in the world.

My lips opened under his gentle pressure, our tongues tasting each other with a gentleness and a reverence that articulated our feelings perfectly, without either of us needing to say a word.

Pulling me into his arms, he kissed me passionately. I felt a thousand emotions passing from his lips to mine. Hands touched, lips kissed, and our bodies began to speak words that were barely touched on in our conversation. Our bodies spoke a language that words just simply could not.

As sweet understanding and adoration gave way to the intense heat of passion, I gave in to his aggression, letting him take the lead. Every step he took, both literally and figuratively, I matched. One step forward from him, one step back from me, until my back pressed up against the cool wall.

"What is it with you and pressing me against walls?" I asked him, my words teasing against his lips. He nipped at my lower lip. I couldn't hold back my whimper as the stress and pain of the day melted away into the first real flutters of arousal and desire.

"I can't help it. You look so good under my control." The low, growling timbre of his voice vibrated against my chest. His lips claimed mine again, this time not holding back. Lips opened, tongues tasted, and my mind spun with pure, unadulterated arousal.

A strong hand slid down my body, gripping under my thigh. My hips arched, grinding into him as he pulled my leg up, wrapping it around his hip as his thrusts met mine.

"I need you, Maddy," he whispered against my lips. His words were needy, guttural, and almost growling in his need for me. A need that matched my own for him. Pressed together, almost heart to heart, I felt his pulse thundering away in his chest, in almost perfect synchronicity with my own.

"Maddy? I thought my name was princess," I teased, smiling against his lips.

I could not get enough of him. My body was ravenous for his particular brand of kinky seduction. Pulling back from our kiss, he released my thigh, righting my position once more.

My brow furrowed in confusion as he stepped away from me, just enough for me to feel the desperation tug at me, willing me to go to him again, to reconnect our bodies.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked, worry beginning to roll and tumble in my stomach.

"No, no, you didn't." His gentle fingers toyed with a tendril of my hair, pushing it back behind my ear with a tenderness that belied the passion we had only just begun to taste together again.

His eyes lifted to the bandage on my temple, his fingers touching the spot with gentle tenderness. His eyes filled with sadness, an almost self-loathing that nearly broke my heart.

My hand touched his.

"Niko, it's—" Suddenly his hand pulled back, his eyes moving away from me, as though he couldn't bear to look at me.

"Maddy, I can't do this…" he muttered through clenched teeth, stopping as he searched for words. Hands fisted at his sides, he turned away from me. My heart dropped clear down into my stomach. Regret and pain sparking deep in my chest again.

"Oh… I see." I pulled away, wrapping my arms around myself. It was a feeble attempt at self-preservation, but it was something. "I'm just going to…" I trailed off, turning on my heel and reaching for the door.

" Chyort voz'mi, ya chertovski durak. No, Maddy. Wait." He was behind me in the space of five seconds, his hand on mine as he stopped me from opening the door. "You don't understand."

"What don't I understand?" I asked, turning around to face him and wrapping my arms around my chest again.

"Fuck," he swore quietly under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Words are hard. Let me try again."

He grew quiet, his eyes darting back and forth as he searched for the right words. It was hard to do, but a tendril of hope flickered in my chest, and I let it. I didn't tamp it down. Not yet.

Finally, after a long pause, he turned back to me, taking my hands in his.

"Maddy, I need you. I do. And I want this. All of it. The dynamic, of course, but…"

"But what…" I couldn't meet his eyes, fear gripping me that he would turn everything back around, rebuking my admission of love and pushing me away again, just as he'd done only a few days ago.

"But I need more. I need this to be between us. Just you and me tonight." His words, filled with a gripping, almost needy passion, struck me like a tuning fork, reverberating through me from head to toe and back again.

"So no princess, just Maddy…" I reiterated, understanding his words and his intention finally.

"Exactly." With a heavy sigh, the corners of his lips turned up into a smile. "Please?"

That word, combined with the openness and vulnerability that shone in his eyes, softened any fear that had gripped me. The fact that he stood here, opening up to me without a shred of protection for his heart, spoke more than any words could manage.

"I think I can handle that." I leaned into his touch as his hand reached out, cupping my cheek, and I let go of my anger once and for all. This was a new path forward, and we both knew it.

"Good." Leaning down, he kissed me, slow and deep. The kiss grew from something somewhat chaste and sweet into the fiery passion we both knew so well. Strong hands wrapped around my back, holding me to him as he took a step forward, walking me back until I hit the wall once again with a thud and a gasp.

"Now, where were we?" He growled against my lips, his hands sliding down my body to grip just under my thighs, pulling me up into his arms until my legs wrapped around his trim waist.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reveled in the feel of his hands running back up my body, tickling along the ridges of my ribcage and further still, until my arms were both above my head, held against the wall in his strong grip. Fuck, this position made my clit throb.

"God, you feel good like this," he groaned against my lips. "I could just pivot my hips and slide right inside that wet, tight little cunt of yours."

"If we were naked," I gently reminded him with a smirk.

"Good point." Instantly, he dropped my hands again, pulling me away from the wall and carrying me to the bed. Setting me down on the edge of the mattress, he knelt below me, his hands finding the waistband of my snug jeans.

I helped him as he slid the jeans down my legs, tugging and pulling as he went. I lifted my hips to assist in his efforts

"Do you have to wear such tight jeans?" he teased as he pulled them off my ankles and tossed them into a heap beside the bed.

"Are you really complaining?" I leveled him with a look, one eyebrow arched as I smirked, spreading my legs for his viewing pleasure.

He paused for a moment, pondering my words, and my body, before he nodded.

"You make a valid point, love. Arms up." Tugging at the bottom hem of my tank top, he pulled the shirt from my body, reaching around to unhook my bra deftly with one hand — just like they did in the movies.

I didn't miss the way he smirked, the smug bastard.

"Pleased with yourself?"

"You have no idea. It took me months to learn that as a teenager. It's quite sexy, I assure you. Ask all the ladies."

"Oh, yeah, sure," I replied with vast amounts of sarcasm, punctuated by a dramatic eye roll.

Sitting back on his heels, his eyes roved over my body slowly, taking me in as though I were a priceless work of art. Under his gaze, I truly felt like one, possibly for the first time in my entire life. There was not an ounce of anxious worry or shame regarding my body. I wasn't prone to self-consciousness, finding myself reasonably attractive in most situations, but being stark naked and emotionally vulnerable in front of a man like Niko should have sent me into a tailspin of self-loathing-filled distress. But not now. Not with him. Not with where we were now.

He leaned down, kissing the top of my thigh with a reverence that stole my breath.

I needed a bit of humor, something to break the tension between us. The sweet emotions that connect us threatened to bring tears to my eyes.

"Never thought I'd see the day when the Dom kneels for the sub." I teased him softly, pressing my luck. A moment of levity, allowing our bratting to come through, was just what this moment needed. His eyes lifted to mine, shooting me a look that told me to watch it, one brow arched high on his head. Immediately, I clamped my lips shut tightly, mischievous embarrassment heating my cheeks into a full-on blush.

With that look still plastered on his face, he stood back up, lifting his shirt up and over his head, revealing the small, scattered cut marks from the fight earlier. Pain and regret panged in my chest. It took every ounce of effort I had — along with a few deep breaths — for me to tamp it down and focus on the here and now.

He finished removing all of his clothes, then looked down at me, leaning close as he pressed a hand to my chest, urging me to lie back for him.

Just as my head was about to hit the pillow, I stopped, my hand covering his as I sat back up. Confusion etched over his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, confused as he sat up, allowing me space to do the same. I could see the gears turning in his head, worry etched across his handsome face. My hand touched his cheek, drawing his eyes to me.

"If you don't want Sir and princess tonight…if what you're wanting is Maddy and Niko, then this is going to work a little differently."

"Oh, really?" A smirk played at the corners of his mouth, his dominance clear in every ounce of his tone. But I wasn't about to let him thwart my efforts. He wanted this to be different. Hell, I wanted this to be different. And if both those things were true, this had to be different from all the other times we had come together — pun intended.

"What did you have in mind?"

I stood from the bed, choosing to show him, not only with my words but with my body, what I intended for the night. I guided him to the bed, pushing against his shoulders until he sat in the same position I had been, perched on the edge of the bed.

"You wanted just Maddy tonight?" I asked, somewhat rhetorically. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I straddled his lap, tossing my hair over my shoulder in a move I prayed looked as sexy as it felt. "Pure Maddy is what you're going to get."

The way his eyes roved over me from the top of my head down past my breasts and to the apex of my thighs spoke of pure and unadulterated lust. If looks could kill, then looks could certainly set a girl on fire. Who was I kidding? That look of his could have gotten me pregnant.

While the urge to submit still ran rampant, seeming to pound through my very blood, I focused on the dominance he had shown me, using it to guide me. I kissed him passionately, pouring myself into it as I took control of the situation.

With my hand around his neck, I rocked over his lap, teasing his cock with the folds of my pussy as he groaned beneath me.

Yeah, I could fucking get into this, I thought to myself as he thrust his hips upwards, meeting every grinding, swiveling motion of my hips.

Letting my hands wander his body, my fingers found their way to his hair. I scratched lightly against his scalp with my nails, making him gasp and shudder beneath me. His gasping moan quickly turned into a primal growl of need as I sunk my nails in just a little deeper, adding pain to the pleasurable sensation. His cock twitched against my slit. It was almost impossible to ignore the desire to lift and slide down on his hard length, indulging both of our desires in one fell swoop.

Instead, I moved my hand around his neck, tightened my grip, and turned his head to the side as I kissed my way down the length of his neck. The feel of his pulse thundering just below the skin was heady. I felt powerful. I felt sexy. No fucking wonder Niko loved this shit so much. It was like I was getting an inside look at the other side of the kink coin.

"You smell so good," I groaned against his neck. He smelled like soap, and something else utterly masculine and entirely him. His body shivered as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of his neck to his collarbone, letting my tongue flick against his skin as he groaned and his cock twitched uncontrollably.

"Not as good as you, my love," he muttered, the term of endearment making me pause for just a moment. The word surprised me. Desire and love swirled together inside of me, and I lowered my head again, flicking my tongue against his pulse point as he groaned, his hand moving the small of my back. He held me to him, gently applying pressure as he thrust up against my dripping wet pussy.

I could tell he wanted to take control. His hands fidgeted and twitched against my hips, obviously resisting the urge to pull me forward as I gyrated over the length of his cock, wetting it with my arousal. Fucking Christ, he felt good. The desire to just slide back and let him slip inside of me was almost too much to bear. But I resisted. I had plans.

"Lay back," I whispered against the shell of his ear, the feel of my warm breath on his sensitive ear making a shiver run down his body. With a solid shove of my hands against his chest, I urged him back, but he refused, holding himself upright.

"Lay back for me," I repeated, more firmly this time, as my lips pressed softly against his.

As our lips parted, hovering only a breath away, he whispered the only words that could push us past the emotional turmoil we'd both endured over these last twenty-four hours. The only words that fit us like a fucking glove.

"Fucking make me."

With a guttural growl that erupted from deep within my chest, I snarled. His eyes widened, arousal dilating his pupils, and I knew I had him hook, line, and mother fucking sinker.

My nails dug into his chest, pressing into the tattoo that ran like black lines of sensual sin down to his side. He hissed, driving my desire for him higher. Time and time again, he took control. He was a Dominant, after all. But not this time. This time it was my turn to take the lead, to be the one calling the shots. And I reveled in that power. I pushed him back roughly, and he let me, falling back against the pillows.

I leaned over him, propping myself up on one hand as my lips kissed over his collarbone, tracing the pristine lines of his tattoo that lead down his chest and towards his side. His ink was fucking sexy as hell, and I had yet to take my time admiring it. Instead of letting my eyes wander, I allowed my mouth to take the path from collarbone to hip, pausing for a moment to flick and tease one of his hardened nipples.

His hips swiveled and rocked, eagerly trying to find his way into my eager pussy. I wanted him there — wanted it desperately, in fact. But not yet.

"You've spent so long doing things to my body; I think turnabout is fair play, don't you?" My question was rhetorical, as I grabbed his hands, lifting them above his head and holding them there in my grasp, just as he had done to me, time and time again.

"Leave your hands there," I commanded in the most dominant tone I could muster.

"You're skirting dangerous territory, love," he warned lightly. I knew he wasn't used to being the powerless one in the bedroom. He was used to calling the shots. But I needed this, and something inside me told me he did, too. The power was heady, arousing, and altogether overwhelming. I reveled in it. It wasn't where I wanted to be all the time, but for tonight, it was perfect.

"I said you'd get pure Maddy tonight. I never said I'd take it easy on you." With a chuckle, I grabbed ahold of his chin, feeling the power that dominance provided wash over me.

"You little minx," he sputtered as I squeezed his face in my hand, making his lips pucker ridiculously.

"What can I say? I learned from the best." I sighed haughtily with a nonchalant shrug.

I kissed my way down his body once more, paying homage to every inch of skin in my path as I situated myself between his thighs. Peppered kisses turned to nipping bites as he hissed beneath me, sighing as the pain bloomed into exquisite pleasure. He shifted, placing one of his hands beneath his head, propping it up to better see me.

"Ah, ah. Hands where I put them, Mister," I chided him lightly, making little tsking sounds as I looked up at him from between his thighs.

"Be reasonable, Maddy," he warned, his tone low and almost growling. I could sense his dominance hovering just below the surface, like a caged beast, ready to claim his prey. Visions of running through the woods with him chasing me again, claiming me as we rolled around in the dirt and grass flooded my mind.

"Or what?" I teased, my teeth nipping at his inner thigh to the point of sweet, seductive pain. I knew the feeling all too well, having experienced it myself. He hissed, taking the pain I gave him. His hiss turned to a groan as the pain faded into sweet, seductive pleasure. I felt my pussy nearly gush in response, aching and clenching deep inside of me and demanding I take my pleasure with his body. But I wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

First, I wanted to play.

"Or I'll have to take control," he pushed back, but before the words had barely left his lips, or he could even try to say more on the matter, I cut him off by pressing my lips against the tip of his cock. My tongue swiped out, licking the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I groaned at the taste of him: salty and purely masculine. I needed to taste him.

"Maddy… fuck…" His groan of unadulterated need was music to my ears. This is what I wanted, more than anything. To make him lose his mind, the way he'd done for me so many times. I smiled to myself, then taking his length firmly in one hand, I licked, slowly and sensually, from the base of his well-groomed cock all the way up to the tip. His groan lengthened into a moan, and I smiled from ear to ear.

His head dropped back on the pillow, and I swore I could hear his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. One hand still gripping him firmly at the base, I added suction and began swirling my tongue just below the tip, right at the most sensitive place on his cock. His entire body twitched, spurring me to increase my efforts.

I allowed some saliva to drip down his length and used that for lubrication as I began stroking him steadily, never pulling my mouth off of his head. I knew that I was not bad at giving blow jobs by any stretch of the imagination, but I was determined that this would be the best one I'd ever given. I wasn't going to stop until he forgot his damn name, even if it killed me.

I glanced up as I felt him repositioning, watching as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. My perspective, looking up the length of his hardened abs, over the sleek curves of his pecs, and up to his face — which was a mask of barely restrained need — would have driven me to distraction if I had not been so committed to the task at hand.

"Yes, love, just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven. Don't stop!" He said hoarsely, and I nodded up at him, batting my eyelashes coquettishly. He cursed under his breath, and I giggled around his cock, which only made him twitch with pleasure again.

I began bobbing up and down along his length, slowly growing accustomed to the feel of him filling my mouth and stretching my jaw. His girth made the act a challenge, but it was one I was more than happy to overcome. Up and down I rocked, steadily taking him a bit deeper with each movement. The taste of his pre-cum leaking into my mouth only drove me to an even greater need.

I needed to please him.

I needed to make him lose his composure completely.

I needed, desperately, to make him cum.

I came off of his cock with an audible pop and resumed stroking him enthusiastically with one hand while I grinned up at him. He moaned louder, and his cock leaked profusely, twitching in time with my strokes. Time to egg him on a bit. "Oh, is the big, strong man ready to blow his load already?" I teased. "Do you think you can hold back for me for just a little longer?"

I knew I was pushing my luck, but I couldn't help it. A brat's gonna brat, after all.

"You little minx. Do I need to — oh fuck !" Whatever else he was planning to say was lost as I took him in my mouth again, this time much deeper. I relaxed my throat and accepted the whole length of him until my nose was pressed against his abdomen.

I swear he almost passed out. The noise he made, half moan and half choking on his own tongue, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. I pulled off of him, gagging slightly and panting heavily, and let my tongue hang out of my mouth as a rope of saliva connected it to the tip of his cock. I looked up at him with a face full of almost feral need and saw an answering need, primal in its ferocity, fill his face.

"Now, be a good boy, and cum for me."

I dropped my head back down and took him in my mouth once again, repeating my earlier actions. It was difficult not to gag completely around him, and I couldn't hold my breath for very long, but I bobbed rhythmically, taking his entire length over and over as I felt him writhe under me. I don't know what came over me, but I wasn't going to fight it. I needed this. I needed to do this, more than anything else I'd ever done.

I reached one hand up and pressed against his stomach, feeling the chiseled ridges there as I held him down. My other hand came up to grip him again, and I began jerking him off vigorously, my hand slipping easily over his well-lubricated hardness as my mouth stayed firmly in place over the upper third of his cock, bobbing quickly.

"M-Maddy… fuck, fuck, oh fuck me! I'm going to… I'm… yes!" He roared, and I felt his cock stiffen even more in my hand — if that was even possible — before hot spurts of thick cum began shooting into my mouth, filling it and inundating my tongue with his salty, musky taste. The taste that was purely him.

I waited until I was sure he was done, then finally released him, lifting myself to kneel before him, my butt resting on my heels. I made quite a show of cleaning every last drop of cum from my lips with a finger, then licked that finger before audibly swallowing with a grin.

Then I looked down at him.

He lay there, panting like he'd just run a marathon, looking up at me with a mixture of awe and adoration that I found very satisfactory. Mission accomplished, it would seem.

"Kiss me," he urged me, desperation dripping from each word. I could feel his dominance simmering just beneath the surface. He was almost vibrating with it. I knew that my time was limited, just as his patience was. He was holding on to his control by a thread, and I could feel it as deeply as I felt my own desires.

"I just swallowed your cum, Niko," I scoffed playfully, still holding myself just out of his reach.

"Do I look like I fucking care?" His breath was still labored after his orgasm, his body almost melting into the bed. But that didn't stop him from sitting up and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss — even if he did have to grunt as he sat up.

"I cannot get enough of you, Maddy," he groaned into the kiss. I could not get enough of him, either. He tasted like heaven and I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would find the sizzling heat of sin when he slid inside of me again.

Our lips parted, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. There weren't many men, in my experience, who would crave their own taste on a woman's lips. But not every man was Niko. Not by a long shot.

He hissed as my hand slid over his cock, and he immediately pulled it away from his sensitive length as our lips parted. I couldn't help it. I pouted, my lips curling downward against his.

"I want you more than anything, Maddy, but give me a moment," he begged of me. What was it about his begging that turned me on like crazy? The only thing better was his perfect, strict commands. Christ, his dominance was like a drug I never wanted to recover from.

"Not up for round two?" I teased him playfully. He chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest as he peppered kisses over my lips. With a growl, he nipped at my lower lip, making me groan with desire.

"Oh, I'm up for round two. Trust me. Just give me a little time," he chuckled, deep and low.

"What are we going to do until then?" I asked quietly, pulling away slightly. I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, wanting to drive him mad with my flirting.

"Oh, I think we can come up with something to pass the time." That smirk of his… Christ, it set butterflies off in my stomach. No matter how much time had passed, it never seemed to stop or dull.

Then it happened. That switch flipped inside of him, forcing his dominance to take over. Grabbing hold of my hips, he flipped me over. Hovering over me, he stole my lips in a kiss. His tongue pressed into my mouth, tasting me, seducing me with every flick of his tongue against my own.

"Here's what we're going to do, baby. I'm going to flip back over onto my back, and you're going to straddle me."

"Isn't that what we were just doing?" I said playfully, nipping at his lower lip as he'd just done to me. I'd never been this playful with a partner before. And now that I'd found it, I wasn't about to let it go.

"Hush."

"Well, where's the lie?" I giggled. He laughed along with me, the sound of his laughter like a soothing balm over my own anxious, battered soul. I'd been through so much, so quickly. I don't know how I would have survived it without him. I couldn't tell him that, so I let my body, my playfulness, and our dynamic speak for me.

"There's one key difference, love." Rolling over onto his back, he tugged me to him.

"Oh? And what's that?" I whispered with a smile, kissing his lips again. It was like I could not stay away from that intimate touch for more than a few seconds at a time. I craved it. Truth be told, I was more than okay with that.

He pulled me close, pressing open-mouthed, sensual kisses against my neck until shivers ran down my spine, and whimpers fell from my lips. Inhaling deeply, he breathed me in, groaning as his nose ran along the vein in my neck.

"This time," he whispered against the shell of my ear. "You'll be straddling my face."

I gasped, unable to stop the sound from falling from my lips as his cock twitched against me. Nodding my head in agreement, unable to stop myself from submitting to his dominance, I rose onto my knees, throwing one leg over his shoulder as he guided me to straddle his face. Licking his lips, he groaned at the sight of my pussy poised just above his mouth.

"Come to me, love," he urged me, pulling on my hips until I literally sat over his mouth. His groan of desire vibrated over my pussy, buzzing my clit into a needy frenzy.

I gasped as his tongue invaded my slit, licking along the entire length of me. I gripped the headboard with both hands, worried I would fall over without something to steady me. He licked me from end to end again and again, each time teasing my clit for just a moment, making my entire body tense with pleasure and need.

His arms came up around my hips, locking me into place as he feasted on my body. I didn't mind the feel of his stubble scratching the sensitive skin of my lips and inner thighs; the slight discomfort only reminded me of the much greater things I'd endured for this man. I began rocking forwards and backward, truly riding his face now. I felt him groan his approval.

I let my head fall forward between my upraised arms, my hair cascading down around the edges of my vision and framing his face as I gazed down at the point at which we were connected. He looked back up at me, commanding me to continue with his eyes alone. I was hypnotized by those deep blue pools, and nodded back to him, rocking my hips against his mouth, feeling his tongue penetrate deep between my slick folds.

I moaned loud and low as he fastened his lips around my clit and sucked, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over my sensitive nub.

"Ahhh, fuck. Niko! S-so good. Please. Please make me cum. I need it," I moaned. I knew I sounded pathetically needy, but I didn't even care. The pleasure coursing through my body overrode every other thought. Everything in the universe fell away in the heat of that moment, leaving nothing but him, me, and the pleasure we created between us. My entire world narrowed to just those three things.

I tried to rock harder and faster, but he clamped down with his arms around my thighs, pinning me tight against his mouth. He lapped and laved at my clit with abandon, staring up at me the whole time. My entire body vibrated with pleasure and expectation of the explosion that was about to come, and I knew my knuckles were white as I gripped the headboard so tight I wouldn't be surprised to find an imprint of my fingers there when we were done.

"Niko… Niko! PLEASE!!! Please let me cum!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. Holding onto the bed frame, I struggled to hold myself back, to draw out this exquisite pleasure as long as physically possible.

"Please," I whimpered, no longer even pretending to be dominant. I was happy to submit to him. I needed to submit to him.

Shifting my hips until his mouth was clear, he took a deep breath, my eyes lowering once more until they met his deep blue gaze. His pupils were blown wide with desire as he growled, "Cum for me, love."

He shifted back beneath me, his tongue flicking against my clit as I writhed above him, riding his face until my orgasm crashed over me, and I came all over his face with wild abandon. My screams of pleasure echoed throughout his room.

When this had first begun between us, I had worried about being overheard, not wanting the embarrassment I knew would come the following morning. Now? Now, I hoped they heard me. I prayed they heard every passionate sound from this room, and that it made them squirm with jealousy. They should be jealous. This was everything. This was indescribably transcendent.

Panting and trembling, he helped me slide down his body somewhat awkwardly, until I straddled his now aching, rock-hard length.

"I need you," he groaned, pressing soft kisses against my lips as the head of his cock slipped against my pussy. Staying completely connected, he rolled me over onto my back, slipping between my thighs and sliding inside of my wet heat in one fluid motion.

Our arms locked around one another, foreheads pressed together. He rocked into me.

This wasn't the fast-paced, ravenous sex we had engaged in every single time before. This was slow, sensual, and pure connection between the two of us. This was lovemaking.

Time lost all meaning as we moved as one, our bodies slick with sweat and consumed by need. The feel of him buried to the hilt inside me was better than any drug, any experience I could ever imagine. I gave myself over to him completely in a way I had never been able to before, even in our scenes. Before, I had given him my body. Now I could give him my heart as well.

Foreheads pressed together, my nails digging into his back, we reached our climax together. This connection, this intimacy, was unlike anything I'd ever felt. And I doubted I ever would again. Not with anyone other than him.

Both of us trembling from the force of our pleasure, we lay there together, intertwined and perfectly satiated.

It was bliss. It was perfection. And I could not imagine a more perfect way to seal the declarations we had both made that evening.

"I don't know how we got here, but—" I began.

His finger pressed against my lips, halting my words.

"No matter how we got here… I'm just glad we did."

And, for what it was worth, I couldn't have agreed more.