The house welcomed us with silence, filled with the soft glow of the setting sun. We stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind us, cutting off the outside world — the one ruled for far too long by tension and other people's demands. Now, there was only us.
I had barely taken a few steps toward the bedroom when he stopped me, pressing his entire body tightly against my back. His breath scorched my neck in a hot wave, and his broad hands slid down my thighs with slow confidence, pulling me closer.
– I'm so tired, – his voice was rough, as if he was barely holding back. The words brushed my skin like fingertips, sending shivers through me. I instinctively tilted my head back onto his shoulder, feeling the heat of him.
Without turning around, I raised my hand and gently touched his face, the stubble rough beneath my fingertips.
– They've demanded too much for too long, – I whispered, letting my fingers trail along the edge of his jaw. – So much stress...
He didn't let me finish. He turned me sharply to face him. His eyes burned — bright, searing — and for a moment, my breath caught. He said nothing more. Just lifted me into his arms with confident ease, his fingers gripping my thighs so firmly I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips.
Our lips met slowly, sensually — the kiss beginning soft, as if he were checking whether I was real, whether I'd vanish from his arms. I kissed him back, deepening the kiss, touching his tongue with mine, and he exhaled — as if shedding every doubt, every ounce of the day's exhaustion.
But tenderness quickly gave way to hunger. A craving built up over too many days apart. He took a few steps and practically threw me onto the bed, the soft covers crumpling beneath me. I barely had time to prop myself on my elbows before he was over me, leaving no room for resistance.
His hands were swift, deliberate — fingers sliding under my shirt, caressing my skin, seizing my breasts with slow, greedy pressure until I moaned, arching toward him. His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. When he reached the sensitive spot near my collarbone, his teeth gently bit down, drawing a soft cry from my throat.
– You've been someone else's for too long, – he breathed against the hollow between my collarbones, his tongue brushing the skin. – I'm done waiting.
His hands moved lower, impatiently gripping my thighs, spreading them apart with firm insistence, a silent declaration of power. I felt him press his hips to me, his cock hard and hot, sending my breath into disarray, my body reacting in a wave of desire.
He tore my shirt off, tossing it aside. His gaze burned into my body, as if seeing what he'd long considered his for the very first time. His hands greedily covered my breasts, fingers sliding over stiffened nipples, kneading and teasing at once.
– You're mine, – he growled low and possessive, and I gasped at the sound, feeling heat flood through me, pulling my legs together in aching tension.
He moved down, kissing across my stomach, each kiss hotter, deeper, more desperate. I felt his breath on the inside of my thigh, felt his tongue slowly rise, closer and closer to the place already throbbing for his touch.
I arched toward him, no longer able to wait. His lips finally found that most sensitive point, his tongue moving with confidence and passion, driving me to the edge. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, unable to silence the moans slipping from my lips.
– Say it, – he rasped, pulling away just for a second. – Say you're mine.
I trembled all over. Raised his face to mine. Met his dark, hungry gaze and answered without looking away:– I'm yours, ****. Only yours.
He thrust into me sharply, deeply, and I lost my breath — the world vanished, leaving nothing but our bodies, fused together. Each of his movements was strong, commanding, filled with pent-up longing now unleashed in full. I pressed myself against him, letting him take me completely, feeling his fingers sink into my skin again, leaving burning trails.
We moved as one. Our skin damp with sweat, the rhythm quickening, building — until at last he stilled, pressing me down into the mattress with a growl, filling me, claiming me, absolutely and without question.
And when our breath settled and we lay tangled together, he whispered in my ear, quiet and certain:– No one will take you from me. Ever.
I smiled, brushing my lips over his shoulder, feeling whole and undeniably happy next to the man I had chosen as my fate, my life and I, his Moon.