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Raw.

Honest.

Everything we've been pretending made suddenly, undeniably real.

"Fuck," he breathes against my neck. "Everly?—"

"I know," I whisper, legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. "I feel it too."

"You're so tight," he grits out. "So perfect. Mine."

The possessiveness should scare me.

After Dylan, it should send me running.

Instead, it makes me feel claimed in all the right ways.

Protected.

Wanted.

Cherished.

We move together slowly, savoring.

His forehead pressed to mine, breathing shared, hearts syncing.

He watches my face, adjusting his angle until he finds the spot that makes me gasp.

"There?"

"Yes, right—oh Gods."

"Going to make you come again," he promises. "Want to feel you fall apart around me."

His thumb finds where we're joined, circling, and the dual sensation is too much.

I break again, harder this time, his name on my lips like a prayer.

He follows me over, my name a growl in his throat, his body shuddering against mine.

After, we lie tangled together, both breathing hard.

I can feel him softening inside me, but neither of us moves to separate.

The connection feels too important to break just yet.

"Okay?" he asks, pressing kisses to my temple.

"More than okay." I turn my head to catch his lips. "That was..."

"Yeah?"

"Different. Good different. I'd forgotten it could be like that."

His arms tighten around me. "It'll always be like that with us. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."