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Her gaze met mine, and in that instant, I saw something break open in her both fragile and beautiful.

Her release wasn’t simply physical; it was everything she’d been holding back, everything she’d hidden from me.

Her back arched, the tension in her body a silent plea, the tautness of her muscles trembling beneath my fingertips.

I watched her unravel, piece by piece, as the toy pushed her to the brink and then beyond.

She had surrendered. She trusted me with a part of herself she’d kept buried for so long. In that moment, I wasn’t just seeing her as a woman; I was seeing her heart laid bare, vulnerable, as she lowered the walls she’d built around herself.

Afterward, the waves ebbed from her body and her breathing gradually returned to rhythm. Her chest rose and fell like a settling tide and I held the silence with her, taking in what I'd learned.

“Good girl,” I said with admiration in my voice. What she'd shown me had left me in awe of her, how she had opened herself to me and let me in. “You’re incredible. You are so much more than I ever deserved. ”

She gave a shaky smile. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You still couldn’t give up control, huh?”

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. “Still a smart ass ever after that? The toy didn't do its job well.”

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched fighting back a smile. “Don’t push it. I usually use a few per night."

Surprise flickered through me as I glanced over at the open drawer. Curiosity tugged at the corner of my mouth as I reached for another. “Well shit, Sloane. In that case,” I said, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “let’s use another.”

Her laughter spilled out, light and joyfully breathless. “Oh god,” she sighed. “I don’t know if I can do it again with you.”

“I'm pretty sure we can find something in this warehouse of yours.”

“You’ve definitely changed,” she whispered. Her voice held a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn't name.

My chest tightened as a lump formed in my throat, but I pushed it down to focus on her; on that moment with her. I reached for another toy, my hands steady but my thoughts scattered. “I am changing,” I said.

"I know, Levi. I see it." She put her hand on her stomach. "My nausea is better.”

“So an orgasm is the cure? Well, I can absolutely make sure that keeps happening.”

I rifled through the drawer with mock seriousness. “Okay, this one’s purple… and this one is ribbed?” I turned it over in my hand with a playful arch of my brow. “Do any of these come with a user manual or a ‘how to not mess this up’ guide? ”

Sloane laughed again, freer now, as we settled on a toy together; something designed for deeper pleasure. An insertion toy. Her nervousness lingered, but she didn’t retreat.

I looked up at her, slowing things down again. “Tell me if anything feels too much, okay? Because I’m flying blind here.”

She nodded, fingers finding mine and squeezing gently before letting go.

I turned the toy on, again choosing the lowest setting.

Its quiet vibration hummed between us as I slipped the tiniest tip of it inside her.

She shifted slightly, her breath catching, anticipation coiling.

I moved slowly, in and out of her opening, teasing the toy inside her with care.

I never took my gaze from her face: how she parted her lips, fluttered her eyes, gasped each time I went slightly deeper.

“Good?” I whispered.

Her nod was barely there, but her voice, breathy and trembling, said, “Yes… good. Good boy. I am so close. I'm gonna...”

Just like before, her body responded as pleasure curled her toes, one hand gripped the sheets, the other dug her nails into my back.

She was so close I could taste it. I adjusted the toy's setting higher and she gasped.

She bucked her hips and arched her back, as her body trembled beneath the rhythm I kept.

The soft gasps, low moans, and heavy breathing that escaped her were music to me, thickening my already swollen cock.

“Fuck me, Sloane. I might come from watching you.”

I don’t know if she heard me as the second orgasm took her. It wasn’t just her sound that undid me; it was her face . I don't think I was ready for me to witness her in her full glory.

The realization that I must have been a lousy lover punched me as I watched her come down .

I have never made her come this fast or this hard.

I relished in all the little twitches of her body as I held her tightly.

“That was intense,” she murmured and nuzzled closer.

I chuckled, brushing my fingers through her hair. “Sounds like I’ve got steep competition.”

“Shh,” she whispered. “I love it when you do it too.”

“Glad to know I made the top contenders. I’ll take bronze. Maybe silver.”

“You’re gold, you idiot,” she murmured against my neck.

I pressed a kiss to her temple, then to her cheek. “Do you want more?”

She looked up at me with her sleepy eyes as she reached down to wrap her hand around my pulsing cock. "I want this."

"Your wish is my command." I entered her gently, as slowly as I could, fighting my every urge to thrust as deep and hard into her as possible. I cradled her body against mine and as we moved together, she curled into me as if she’d been waiting all this time for me to come home.

Her thighs trembled against mine as her breathing turned ragged.

"You okay?" I asked. My voice was rough. I was barely hanging on, my balls already tight.

“Yes... don’t go slow.”

Whatever restraint I still had was shattered in that moment, swept away by the whirlwind of her voice, her heat, her body, her trust. I held her tighter, kissed the slope of her shoulder, and thrusted into her with a desperate urgency, the rhythm fast and punishing.

Her body yielded to every movement with breathless and ravenous need.

"I'm going to fuck an imprint of my cock into you. "

Her nails dug into my shoulder, clinging to me as if she were drowning under the waves of pleasure. "Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me so hard that I think of your cock for days."

The sound of our skin meeting was overlaid by her whimpers, which turned into moans, which were punctuated by screams.

Ah, it's too much.

My hips ached as I thrusted mercilessly into her.

“Fuck, Sloane,” I groaned against her neck, my lips dragging over the damp heat of her skin. “I won’t last long.”

“Don’t care,” she whimpered. “Come with me.”

That was all it took.

Her body clenched tight around me and I lost it. My release hit hard, every muscle locked as I buried myself deep, a guttural sound ripping from my throat as if it had been imprisoned for years.

I held onto her, forehead pressed to her temple, arms curled around her.

“Fuck,” I breathed, “You've ruined me,” Still inside her, still connected in every way that mattered. Her legs trembled around me as I murmured, “You’re mine.” My lips brushed her cheek.

"And I'm yours." The words were not a command but a vow.

She let out a sound, something between a laugh and a sigh, then pulled me closer.

We stayed like that, entangled and trembling, our breathing uneven while our hearts thundered. Our sweat-slicked skin cooling as the intensity of the moment ebbed to leave only love in its wake.

Sloane let out a long, contented breath, her body heavy and boneless in my arms as she blinked up at me, eyes hazy with sleep. “I think I need… a nap.”

I smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair off her forehead. “You’ve certainly earned it. ”

She was already drifting. I kissed her lips before I eased out of bed and pulled the blankets over her shoulders. She curled into them with a happy sound, like the warmth was permission to let go.

I stood there for a while watching her sleep. The softness in her features, the calm that had settled where stress used to live. I felt it too; a happiness I hadn’t known in years.

I snuck a clean pair of sweats from the garage and headed quietly to the bathroom. The shower was quick, enough to wash off the sweat and to steady myself as the water ran over me.

Cold shower. Like a factory reset.

By the time I padded out, the house was already stirring. Liam was at the kitchen table, eyes glued to his phone. Violet sat cross-legged on the floor with colored pencils scattered around her like confetti.

“Morning,” I said, ruffling Liam’s hair as I passed.

He grunted in that half-asleep preteen way, barely glancing up. Violet gave me a beaming smile.

“Where’s Mom?” she asked, looking around me.

“She’s resting,” I said. “She had a long night.”

Violet wrinkled her nose. “Is she sick? Again?”

“No,” I said as I grabbed eggs from the fridge. “She's tired. I told her we’d handle things this morning.”

Liam looked up now, suspicious. “You made breakfast?”

“Don’t look so shocked.”

He smirked. “Last time you tried, the toaster caught fire.”

“Unrelated incident,” I muttered, cracking eggs into a bowl.

Violet giggled. “What are we having?”

“Scrambled eggs, toast, maybe fruit if it’s not furry.”

“Ewww,” they said in unison.

"Oh, so you would prefer your fruit to be furry? "

"Nooo," they exclaimed together.

As the pan sizzled, the smell of butter and eggs started to fill the kitchen. The house remained quiet. Sloane was safely asleep and I was here: cooking, parenting, trying. Not for show. Not out of guilt. But because I was being given the chance to do things the right way.

I flipped the eggs with a bit of flair. Violet clapped.

"Oh, by the way… your mom's pregnant."

They both squealed in unison. I grinned. Small victories.