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I loosen my hold on her wrist and slide my hand down until our fingers lace together.

“We’ll come back to that,” I tell her.

Her eyes warm. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I kiss her, and when I start to move, she wraps both arms around me.

After a few thrusts, one of Laura’s hands slides down my back while the other settles low on my hip, over the place where my name lives. Every time her fingers press there, the finer weave gives beneath her touch and something inside my structure answers.

Kell.

My name moves through my body under her hand. It’s nearly too much on top of everything else. I change the angle and drive deeper. Laura gasps and catches my shoulder.

“That.”

I do it again, and her legs tighten around me.

“Again.”

I give her what she asks for, building the rhythm until the bed begins to move beneath us. She kisses me between breaths, messy and hot, and pleasure gathers tighter with every thrust.

Her other hand slips between us while the one at my hip stays over the place that carries my name. I cover the hand between us with mine, helping her find the rhythm she wants while I keep moving inside her. The combination makes her breath break apart.

“Kell.”

“I’m here.”

Her fingers press harder into my name-weave as her body tightens around me. The strands under her palm answer at once.

Kell. She comes on the next deep stroke. She cries out into my shoulder, one hand working between us while the other grips the part of my body that says who I am. Every time her body grips me, sensation tears through my whole structure.

The feel of her coming around me pulls me over with her. “Laura.” Her name tears out of me. “God. Laura, yes.”

The rhythm at the center of my chest surges, and resonance tears through my whole frame as pleasure takes me.

“Fuck.”

I can’t seem to stop saying her name. My whole structure draws tight, the finer weave across my ribs and abdomen pulling taut as I hold her closer.

Laura’s palm stays pressed over the place at my hip.

Kell.

The answer moves through me so strongly that my voice breaks. “Laura.” I drive into her harder, and her fingers press more firmly against my name.

I bury my face against her neck as the resonance rolls through me in hard, uneven waves. Every pulse seems to answer her touch.

Kell. Kell.

I pull Laura tighter against me while the last of the resonance rolls through both of us. For a long time, neither of us speaks. Laura lies beneath me with her hands resting on my back. I’m aware of the weight of my body and shift before she has to ask, rolling onto my side and bringing her with me, my cock still buried inside her.

She relaxes against my chest. I stroke my hand slowly along her back. I don’t rush to fill the silence. Laura’s fingers trace an idle pattern along my spine. After a while, she presses a kiss against my chest.

“I’m still here.”

I look down at her. She smiles a little. “I thought you might appreciate that.”

“I do.”