The door clicked shut behind them, echoing through the luxurious penthouse like a seal of fate. Mira stepped inside first, her breaths shaky, eyes glimmering with unshed tears. She turned around, only to find Jerry locking the door with a look in her eyes that was both gentle and storming.
"Jerry…" Mira whispered, the moment crashing over her. "I'm sorry. I insulted you in front of your team… and let that woman say things she had no right to—"
But before she could finish, Jerry had already crossed the room in a few strides, pulling her into a fierce, grounding hug. "I'm home," Jerry said with a crooked smirk, brushing Mira's hair away from her face. "No food? No kiss? Just tears and guilt?"
Mira chuckled through her sniffles. "You evil ."
"Only yours," Jerry replied, eyes darkening with heat and emotion.
She reached out, gripping Mira's wrist and gently guiding her back until her body hit the wall. Mira gasped softly as Jerry closed in, pinning her with nothing but presence. "You're mine, Mira," she whispered, her thumb brushing Mira's cheek. "So tonight, let me make love to you—not because we have to forget anything—but because I need to feel you. All of you."
"I'm yours too," Mira replied, lips curling into a seductive smile. "Eat me, my baby…"
Jerry didn't need a second invitation. With strong arms, she lifted Mira into a bridal carry, walking straight to their bedroom. The moonlight painted silver across the sheets as Jerry laid her goddess down carefully. Piece by piece, she undressed Mira, pressing reverent kisses along every inch of newly revealed skin.
"I love you," Jerry murmured against her collarbone, then again as she kissed down the valley between her breasts. Mira's fingers threaded into Jerry's soft dark hair, tugging gently.
"I love you too. Take me. Make me forget the world," Mira whispered.
Jerry responded by wrapping her lips around one of Mira's breasts, sucking gently like a starved soul tasting salvation. Mira arched with a soft moan, her hand gripping Jerry's shoulder tightly. Jerry's kisses trailed
lower, teasing, worshipping. She took her time until she reached Mira's favorite spot, her breath hot against the soft skin of her thighs.
Mira gasped as Jerry parted her legs, her touch gentle, possessive. When Jerry's tongue finally met her heat, Mira cried out softly, her back arching again as pleasure surged through her. "Jerry… yes…" she moaned, losing herself in the rhythm of Jerry's mouth.
Jerry moaned into her, the taste of her love like fire and honey. "You're mine," she whispered between kisses and licks. "Every breath, every sound you make—it belongs to me."
Mira's voice trembled, her fingers digging into Jerry's hair. "Don't stop… don't ever stop…"
Jerry didn't. Not until Mira was gasping, trembling, whispering her name like a prayer and a promise.
And when it was over—when Mira lay beneath her, dazed and glowing, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling—Jerry held her close, wrapping her arms around her protectively.
"I'll never let anyone take you from me," Jerry whispered against her forehead. "Not in this life. Not in any life."
Mira, nestled safely in Jerry's arms, kissed her neck softly, where her own mark lay. "You don't have to fight alone anymore. We're one heart now, Jerry. Forever."
Mira's skin glowed under the soft lights of the bedroom, her eyes locked onto Jerry's with a mix of hunger and adoration. Jerry hovered over her, breathing hard, her hair slightly messy from Mira's constant touches. Their bodies pressed together like two pieces of a perfect storm—intense, desperate, but entirely theirs.
Jerry's hand trailed down Mira's side, slow and reverent. Her fingers reached the waistband of her pants, and with a heated gaze, she began to unbutton and slide down her slacks. The sound of the zipper parting made Mira shiver, her legs parting instinctively. Her back arched the moment Jerry pressed herself closer.
"Jerry…" Mira whispered, arms wrapping around her shoulders tightly. "Please…"
"I got you," Jerry whispered against her lips, voice husky and low. She lined herself up with care, watching Mira's eyes flutter and her body tremble in anticipation. And then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—Jerry pushed inside.
Mira gasped, her nails digging into Jerry's back. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer intimacy of it made her breath catch. "Oh my god…" she moaned, her voice breaking into a whimper. "You feel so good…"
Jerry groaned low in her throat, her jaw clenching from holding back. "You're so tight… so perfect…" she whispered, kissing Mira deeply. She stayed still, letting Mira adjust, letting them both feel the intensity of being this close.
And then, she started moving—slow, deep strokes that made the bed creak with every thrust. Mira wrapped her legs around Jerry's waist, pulling her deeper, her body writhing beneath the woman who knew her body better than anyone else.
"Jerry… Jerry…" Mira kept whispering her name, like it was the only word she knew.
The room was filled with their moans, the soft sound of skin meeting skin, and the rhythm of their love crashing like waves. The bed shook beneath them, rocking with every thrust, as Jerry moved faster—more desperate, more possessive.
"Mine," Jerry gritted, burying her face in Mira's neck. "You're mine."
"All yours," Mira panted, fingers tangled in Jerry's hair.
Don't stop. I want all of you…"
Jerry gave her just that—again and again until their bodies were spent, their hearts pounding in unison, soaked in sweat and love. Mira clung to her, trembling, overwhelmed by the force of Jerry's love.
They didn't sleep much. The night was long, and Jerry made sure Mira forgot every ounce of pain she'd felt earlier, replacing it with kisses, touches, and whispers only lovers could understand.
By the time the sun kissed the edges of the window, Mira was asleep in Jerry's arms—completely claimed, completely cherished.
And Jerry? She looked down at her queen and whispered against her crown, "No matter what they try… I'll protect you. I'll destroy anything that dares touch what's mine."