I grab a condom from my table, roll it on to my hard cock, flip Rosey to her back and plow into her without warning. It’s urgent. Desperate. Maybe I’m claiming her. Maybe I’ve just missed this. Maybe it will always be like this between us.

“Yes,” she cries out as I slam into her. It’s hard and fast and merciless.

“You like that?” I know she does, but I want to hear it.

She nods, effusive, like she’s worried I might stop if she’s not clear. “I like asking you for what I want, but I like you taking what you want too,” she pants out. “Because I want what you want.”

I tense my jaw and I push against her tight walls. “I know,” I say. “I want what you want too.”

We’re perfectly in balance.

Sweat sheens my body and I brace up on my arms. I want to watch her. Watch what I do to her. See how defenseless she is when she’s like this. How defenseless she allows herself to be because she feels safe. She is safe with me. I’m here to protect her. To love her. To fuck her.

I press her thighs wider, desperate to get deeper, wanting to mark her, to fill her. I want to fuck myself into her. I want to come inside her, to have her full of me.

I’ve never had this feeling before—like an underlying knowledge that we’re at the start of a journey that will last longer than either of us. We’re just at the start of us, and whatever we’ll become.

“I love you,” she whispers, like she can hear every thought.

I slam into her again and she screams. I hold her still, keeping her in place so I can drive deeper and deeper.

Her head tips back and the convulsions of her climax shimmer over her body, but I keep fucking, keep pushing into her, until I erupt, my orgasm rolling through me like a tornado.

I collapse on top of her and she wraps her limbs around me like she’s worried I might leave.

There’s no chance of that. I’ll never go anywhere without her. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

I push myself up and realize she’s shaking underneath me.

“You okay?” I ask her.

Her breaths are still coming short and fast, but she nods. “It’s just a lot. It’s intense. I love you so much and you make me feel so much, even when you’re not fucking me. And when you are…” Her eyelids flutter open and closed. “It’s perfect.”

I growl and pull her into my arms. “You’re perfect.”

“We’re perfect,” she says, and I press a kiss to the top of her head.

Star Falls. The Colorado Club. It all led here. And this is perfect.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Byron