A THOUSAND GOOD-BYES
He kept going, gentling only when I begged him to stop, then slid up my body and kissed me again.
We were both naked now. His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and hot. No rush. Just him watching me as he pushed in slow, inch by inch, until we were locked together and the bond sang.
“Mine,” he whispered, forehead against mine. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist. “All of you. The good and the bad.”