She felt it in the way I bit her fingers. In the way I slammed into her so deep I could feel her belly tighten beneath me. In the sound that echoed from my throat every time she cried out my name like she belonged to me.
And she did. God, she did.
Even if the world turned against us, even if it all burned,
She was mine.
And I'd destroy everything before I let anyone take her from me again.
Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight and fucking perfect, sucking me in like she didn't want to let go. Like she needed me just as much as I needed her.
She gasped, breathless, as every thrust got deeper, more desperate.
"You're made for me," I groaned into her neck, thrusting deeper. "Every single part of you—made for me."
"It's—too—much—" she managed to wrung out before another helpless moan slipped from her tongue.
"You're so tight, Aria," I breathed. "So fucking perfect."
