I repeat the movement, and this time he meets me halfway, a subtle roll of his hips that drives him deeper. Not hard or fast. Just deliberate and controlled and absolutely devastating."Oh fuck," I gasp."Fuck indeed," he teases, but his smile is strained. "Keep breathing with me. In when you rise. Out when you sink."I match my breathing to the rhythm of our movements, and everything intensifies. Each breath draws him deeper into my body, into my soul. Each exhale releases something inside me, fear, doubt, resistance, until all that's left is this. Us. This perfect, profound connection.His hands slide from my hair down to my back, tracing the line of my spine with reverent fingers. They're on my hips, guiding my movements, helping me maintain the slow, steady rhythm that's building to something massive inside me."You're so wet," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "Can feel you dripping down me. How much you need this.""I do," I whimper. "I need—""I know what you need," he inte
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