Page 131 of Mile High Secret Baby

He smiles, wicked and soft, and slides a finger inside me, curling it perfectly, thumb working my clit. I moan, head falling back, hips rocking against his hand. He keeps his mouth on my breast, sucking in time with his strokes, making me fall apart a little more with every movement.

He worships me like that, slow and unhurried, his mouth and hands never leaving my body, pushing me higher and higher until I shatter for him, crying out his name.

He lifts me and carries me to the bed, laying me down like I’m something precious, not something he’s desperate to have. He pauses there, hovering over me, eyes searching my face.

“I love you,” he says, like it’s a promise and a confession all at once.

My chest tightens. “I love you too.”

That’s all he needs.

He kisses me deeply, slow and unhurried, like he has nowhere else to be. His hand slides down my side, between us, fingers already knowing exactly where to touch. He strokes me, presses into me, makes me gasp into his mouth. When he finally pushesinside me, it’s with a low groan, his forehead dropping to mine, his breath uneven.

“Oh,” I whisper, clutching at his shoulders. His cock fills me completely.

It feels like relief more than heat at first, like something that was missing finally clicking into place.

He doesn’t rush. He rocks into me slowly, deliberately, giving me time to feel every inch of him, every pull back and press forward.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek, my jaw, my mouth again. “I’m right here.”

“I know,” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips, drawing him in deeper. “I trust you.”

That does something to him. His grip tightens, his thrusts grow stronger, but he never loses that careful tenderness. He kisses my breasts, my throat, whispers my name like it’s sacred.

“I love you,” he says again, louder this time, like he needs me to hear it.

“I love you,” I answer back, over and over, the words spilling out between moans, between breaths. Each one feels truer than the last.

His hand slips between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing in slow circles that make my body tremble. I cry out, arching up into him, the pressure building fast, overwhelming and perfect.

“That’s it,” he says softly. “Let go for me.”

I do, breaking apart beneath him, my whole body tightening and releasing around him. He groans my name, thrusting harder now, chasing his own edge, his control finally slipping.

“Bella,” he breathes, voice thick. “I love you.”

He comes with a shudder, buried deep inside me, holding me close like he never wants to let go. He stays there, pressed to me, our hearts pounding together, sweat cooling on our skin.

For a long moment, neither of us moves.

Then he kisses my forehead, my nose, my mouth again, gentle now. He pulls me into his chest, wrapping me up, like he’s trying to shield me from the world.

Outside the room, the house is quiet. Lily is asleep. For the first time in what feels like forever, there is no immediate danger, no countdown ticking in the background.

Just him. Just us. Nothing else.

The End