“Fuck, baby.” His fingers flex on my hips, a shudder rolling through him. “You feel that? You feel how perfect you are for me?”

I nod, but it’s more than that. It’s more than just this moment, more than the way he fits inside me, the way we move together like we were made for this. It’s love. It’s trust. It’s everything I never thought I’d have.

I move.

I roll my hips, grinding against him, taking him deeper, and he curses under his breath, his control slipping. His hands guide me, setting the rhythm, making me take him the way he wants.

He thrusts up into me, deeper, harder, his breath ragged, his lips dragging over my throat, my collarbone. His mouth closes over my nipple, sucking, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, making me moan as pleasure crashes through me, tightening, building, pushing me closer to the edge.

He thrusts up into me, harder, deeper, dragging a cry from my throat. His tongue flicking over my nipple before his teeth sink in, just enough to make my stomach clench, my body pulse around him.

“I fucking love you so much, Blythe,” he says with a desperation that almost makes me come. “Say it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Say you love me.”

“I love you,” I whisper, and the words break something open inside him.

His movements turn desperate, his grip tight, his thrusts rougher, deeper, as if he’s trying to bury himself so deep inside me, that I’ll never be able to leave.

Pleasure coils low, tighter, hotter, until I shatter around him, my release slamming into me so hard I tremble, gasping his name, my nails digging into his skin. And then he’s right there with me, groaning low in his throat, his body tensing beneath me.

I feel it.

I feel the thick, hot rush of his release spilling inside me, coating my walls, filling me completely, making me moan at the deep, raw pleasure of it. His arms wrap around me, his forehead pressing against my shoulder as he lets go, as he gives me everything, his body shuddering beneath mine.

And then he exhales, his hands smoothing over my back, his lips pressing against my temple, my jaw, my mouth.

“I never thought this would happen to me,” he whispers, voice hoarse, filled with something so deep it roots me to him. “I never thought love would find me. Not here, not ever, but thank fuck it’s you. You who owns me and my heart.”

I close my eyes, sinking into him, sinking into this moment, into the way he holds me like I’m his whole world. Because I am his, and just like him, I never thought love would find me.

I never thought I would fall in love with a protective, caring man who might be broody some days, but loving and generous all the time.