I jerked back, chest heaving, but I couldn't get far—his hand caught the small of my back, steady, warm, keeping me close. My skin burned everywhere he'd touched, everywhere he hadn't.
My mind was still screaming no, a distant echo now, drowned out by the bond thrumming through every vein, every heartbeat, pulling yes out of me in soft, helpless pulses.
My hole clenched around nothing, aching, slick sliding warm and slow down the insides of my thighs.
"Please…" It slipped out like a confession, barely louder than breath. "Dante… touch me. Just...touch me. I can't breathe without it."
He didn't laugh this time. His eyes darkened, softened at the edges. He stepped in until our foreheads almost brushed, his exhale mingling with mine. "I've got you," he murmured, voice low and rough like velvet dragged over stone.
His fingers traced my collarbone so gently it hurt light, reverent then dipped to circle one nipple through the fabric, slow spirals that made my breath hitch and my back arch into him like I was offering myself up.
I whimpered, hips rocking forward on instinct. "Please f..fuck me, Dante. I need… I need you inside me. It's too empty. Too much. Please."
His lips brushed my temple, a kiss so soft it unraveled something deep in my chest. He turned me slowly toward the mirror, chest to my back, one arm banding around my waist to hold me steady while the other hand worked my shirt open button by button.
In the glass I saw us ,my flushed face, parted lips, his dark gaze locked on mine over my shoulder. His cock pressed hot and thick against the cleft of my ass, rocking in lazy, deliberate circles that made my knees tremble.
"Look at us," he whispered against my ear, voice thick. "Look how you open for me."
He pushed my pants down, slow enough that I felt every inch of exposure cool air, then his warm palm wrapping around my leaking cock, stroking once, twice, thumb spreading the slick at the tip while his other hand slipped between my cheeks, fingers gliding through the mess of arousal there.
"So beautiful," he breathed, almost to himself. "So wet for me, baby. Dripping like you were made to take me."
"Please…" My voice cracked, thin and shaking. "Fingers first please open me up. Want to feel you everywhere. I'm so empty, Dante please."
He kissed the side of my neck soft, lingering then pressed one finger inside, easy, slick, curling just right. I moaned low, head falling back onto his shoulder.
He added another, then a third, stretching me slow and deep, brushing that spot inside until my thighs shook and tears pricked my eyes.
"More," I gasped, rocking back onto his hand. "Harder please don't stop ,fuck me with them need you so bad need you."
When he finally replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock, he went impossibly slow holding my gaze in the mirror the whole time. The stretch burned sweet, full, perfect. I broke on a sob.
"Gentle ...no..harde...deeper...Dante...fill me..please"
Every shift of our bodies felt like worship.
Missionary face to face, his weight pinning me gently, eyes never leaving mine as he slid in deep. "Yours," I whispered against his mouth. "Please knot me. . I'm yours...please coming—"
Riding him ,straddling his hips, his hands guiding me, thumbs stroking my hipbones. I leaned down until our foreheads touched. "Use me ..breed me.. need your cum inside please, Dante"
Doggy ,his chest warm against my back, one arm wrapped around my ribs, holding me close while he thrust steady and deep. "Right there...yes...don't stop...gonna come again....please stay in me..."
Bent over the dresser...his reflection behind mine, hands gentle on my waist even as he drove in hard. "Look at me," I breathed, voice trembling. "Ruin me ...please...I need it....I need you..."
Folded against the headboard my ankles on his shoulders, bodies locked tight, his mouth on mine between thrusts. "All yours....knot me again...please....can't stop coming.. please..."
By the end I had no words left just soft, shattered sounds against his skin.
"Touch me… please… fuck me… need you… yours… please… don't stop… knot me… please…"
When his knot finally swelled and locked us together one last time, he eased us onto our sides, spooning me from behind chest to back, heartbeat to heartbeat, the bond humming warm and steady between us. His arm curled protectively around my waist, lips brushing the nape of my neck in slow, soothing kisses.
I was trembling, spent, voice reduced to the smallest whimpers.
"…yours… please… stay… please…"
He pressed his mouth to my shoulder, voice barely a whisper. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I've got you."
Limp. Hollow. Completely surrendered.
And in his arms for one long, terrifying, perfect second I felt safe.