Reese pulled one hand from beneath me, trailing his fingertips up my thigh until they settled under his mouth. And slowly, achingly slowly, he slipped one thick finger inside me.
It was too much then — the flick of his tongue, the pressure of his hand grabbing my ass, the curl of his finger inside me. I felt my orgasm starting to burn from the center of my belly, but before it could catch, I reached for Reese’s hair, tugging until his mouth was off me as I panted.
I didn’t have to say a word.
Reese met my gaze with confusion at first, but it faded quickly, and he nodded, kissing my thighs before he crawled his way back up. He knew what I wanted, what I needed.
It was my first time. And I wanted to come apart with him inside me.
All the confidence he’d had with his face buried between my legs faded as his mouth captured mine once more, his elbows framing each side of me, balancing his weight. My hands framed his biceps, and I felt him shaking, felt myself shaking, each of us riddled with the sweetest anxiety as he lined up at my center. The smooth skin of him slipped between my lips, and we both inhaled a stiff breath, Reese breaking our kiss as he hovered over me.
In that moment, time slipped away like a silk sheet falling off the edge of a bed. We were floating, suspended, his eyes bouncing between mine as my hands gripped his biceps more, holding on, bracing for impact. One of Reese’s hands swept over my cheek, folding behind my ear as if I had hair to sweep away as he watched me with tender care.
“I love you, Sarah Henderson,” he whispered, searching my gaze. That crease between his brow begged me to believe him, urged me to understand what this moment meant to him.
To grasp what it meant to me.
I framed his face, searching his eyes with just as much earnest. “And I love you, Reese Walker.”
He smirked at that. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I breathed on a small laugh of my own, but that laughter faded when he pressed his lips to mine once more. This kiss was slower, softer, with a hint of timid hesitation. But in the next moment, he deepened the kiss, his rose petal lips bending mine into submission until I opened my mouth for him, letting him taste me.
His hand left me long enough to slip into the drawer of the bedside table, and I focused on his lips on mine, on the taste of his tongue as his hands met behind the pillow my head rested on. I heard the tear of the package, and then his hand slipped between us, rolling the condom on before he was lined up with me again.
I inhaled a breath when the tip of him found my entrance, and he kissed me harder, holding his lips to mine as he flexed his hips forward. It was just an inch, just the tip, but I gasped, arching off the bed at the sensation. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me, arms shaking as I nodded against his lips.
“More,” I whispered.
And he delivered, flexing his hips once more, slowly. And inch by blissful inch, I opened for him.
He promised to erase my memories of that fateful night in December, but when Reese kissed me, when he filled me, there wasn’t a single other vision in my mind. There were no memories left of my wolf, of my stolen innocence, of the hateful man who touched me before the one who loved me could find me.
I was finally free of my wolf.
And it was all thanks to my prince.
Reese sighed when he withdrew, sliding inside me again just a little deeper, his arms trembling where they balanced his weight. His forehead fell to mine, and each shaky breath he took met my lips in hot waves. My hands gripped and pulled, desperate to have him closer, to have more.
“You are so incredible,” he whispered, kissing my jaw, my cheek, before capturing my lips again. He flexed his hips again, and we both groaned, breathing into that kiss like it was the only oxygen we had.
The time that had slipped away in the moments before Reese was inside me snapped back like a rubber band, and I felt every minute, every second of him between my legs. I felt his hard back muscles under my hands, his muscular hips between my thighs, his stiff, pulsing member stretching me more, more, and with every thrust, he hit a tender spot inside me that I never knew existed.
“Reese,” I breathed, feeling my orgasm build. It was a sweet, torturous cycle — each thrust of his hips touched that spot, each glide of his pelvis against my clit gave the friction I craved. My legs shook violently around him, my breaths quickening until they stopped all together, and in a moment suspended in time, the fire caught.
Every muscle tensed, an almost painful tension gripping me before it all released at once, the blood rushing between my legs in a fury of pleasure as I came undone. I gasped, surrendering to the moans that ripped through me, rolling my hips as I chased the friction. And Reese delivered, pumping harder, flexing his hips with calculated intensity as he swallowed my moans with hot, passionate kisses.
When I groaned his name, Reese quickened his pace until he stiffened all together, and even through the condom, I felt his hot release. I raked my nails down his back, reveling in the feel of him coming inside me as I rode down from my own climax. It was the hottest moment of my life, and the power I felt in that moment was indescribable.
I’d brought the infamous Reese Walker to the highest pleasure, and as soon as it was over, I found myself desperate to do it again.
“Mmm,” Reese growled, still inside me as we both floated down, coming back to Earth, back to his bed. He let his head fall into the crevice of my neck, and I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him to savor the moment. I closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of his weight between my legs, of him softening inside me, of his hands holding me close, his lips tasting my skin.
I never wanted to forget this night, not for as long as I lived.
Reese rolled until we were both on our sides, him slipping out of me with a longing sigh of loss from both of us. He carefully pulled the condom off, reaching over to drop it in the small waste basket by his bedside table before his arms reached for me again, pulling me into him, his legs tangling with mine, bodies fitting together like the perfect puzzle pieces.
Our breaths evened out as the soreness between my legs made itself known, but I smiled at it this time, at the memory of how it came to be. We’d only just finished, and I already felt that energy sparking to life again, my hips rolling of their own accord, clit rubbing against the heat of Reese’s thigh. I moaned, pulling him into me, and something between a growl and a laugh left his throat.
“Woman,” he murmured against my neck.
I chuckled, kissing his forehead. “Mm?”
“Don’t give me that innocent ‘mm’,” he said, wrapping his arms around me tighter to hold me still. “Recovery. I need ten minutes. You forget, I’m an old man.”
“Fine, but I’m setting a mental alarm.”
Reese laughed, shaking his head before he rolled on a groan, balancing his head on one hand so he could look down at me. His smile slipped, that crease I loved so much making its presence known. I reached up to trace it, tapping his nose before I let my hand fall again.
We watched each other for the longest time — fingertips tracing, hearts beating steady, bodies finding warmth and comfort under those sheets. Reese’s eyes skated over every inch of my face, like he was memorizing where each freckle was, and he shook his head.
“What?” I asked on a whisper.
He shook his head again. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re mine, that we’re here, that this is happening.”