Declaration Of Love
Ryan
Her breath hitches, and for a moment, she just looks at me, as if trying to decide whether to believe me—whether to let me back in. My heart pounds in my chest, a brutal, unrelenting rhythm, because if she turns away now, if she lets go, I don’t know how I’ll survive it.
But then she moves closer, her fingers trailing along my unmasked jaw, her touch so soft, so deliberate, like she’s memorizing me all over again. My chest tightens.
“You should have fought for me then,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “You should have chosen me.”
Guilt burns through me, settling deep in my bones. “I know,” I rasp. “I was weak. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. That I’d only hurt you more.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “But I never stopped watching over you, Avi. Even when you didn’t know it.”
Her lips part, a breath escaping—maybe shock, maybe realization. And then she pulls me down into her, pressing her lips to mine with a desperation that makes my head spin.
This kiss is different. It’s not just passion, not just longing—it’s years of pain and love tangled into one, an unspoken plea that neither of us have the words for.
I grip her waist, pulling her flush against me, and she melts into my touch. My hands move up her back, memorizing the way she fits against me, how perfectly she belongs here, in my arms .
I deepen the kiss, pouring everything into it—all the regret, all the love, all the silent promises I should have made years ago. She sighs against my lips, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I swear I will never let her go again.
When we finally pull apart, both of us breathless, she doesn’t step away. Instead, she rests her forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us.
“I was ready to fight for you this time, Little Bird,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. “I was expecting a fight.”
Her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping into me like she belongs here—like she’s always belonged here. I let her take what she needs, let her hands roam, let her lips steal every breath I have left. My Little Bird is no longer hesitant, no longer unsure. She’s claiming me, just as much as I’ve always wanted to claim her.
I groan against her lips, my hands gripping her waist, desperate to ground myself. But there is no grounding at this moment. There is only her—only us.
She tilts her head, deepening the kiss, and I let her take whatever she wants. She has always had the power to destroy me, and I would let her do it a thousand times over if it meant feeling her like this.
Her hands slide down my chest, fingers pressing into my skin, and I swear I’m losing my mind. “Avi,” I whisper against her lips, my voice hoarse, pleading.
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she lets out a soft, breathy sound that shatters the last of my restraint.
I push her body effortlessly, guiding her back until she’s against the wall, my body caging hers in. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop me—she meets me with the same urgency.
I press my forehead to hers, forcing myself to breathe, to think past the haze of her scent, her touch, her everything. “Are you sure? You’ve had it rough the last few days.” My voice is rough, edged with need, but I have to ask.
Her fingers tighten around my shoulders, and she looks up at me with eyes that hold no hesitation. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
And that’s all I need.
Her kiss is fire and home all at once, a perfect contradiction—just like us. I sink into her, my hands mapping out every inch of her skin as if I can commit her to memory, as if I haven’t already done so a thousand times in my mind.
Her fingers grip my hair, a soft moan slipping from her lips, and it undoes me. I let myself drown in her, in the way she moves against me, the way her body responds like she’s wanted this just as much, just as desperately.
“Avi,” I murmur against her skin, letting my lips wander, savoring the warmth of her, the softness. “I’ll spend forever making it up to you.”
She exhales a shaky breath, her hands sliding down my back, nails grazing my skin just enough to make my muscles tense. “Forever?” she teases, her voice breathless, but there’s something deeper there—a hope, a need to believe that this time, I won’t run.
I lift my head, looking into her eyes, letting her see the truth in mine. “Forever,” I promise, and this time, I mean it with every broken, healing piece of me.
I take the hem of her shirt and yank it off in one swift motion, leaving her completely naked before me.
I take that moment to admire her, my eyes roaming over her perfect body. She is beautiful, her curves begging to be touched, to be explored. I felt my cock harden in response, aching to be inside her.
“Ryan,” she gasps, her voice filled with desire. “I want you. I need you.”
Her words ignite something primal inside me, something I’ve tried to bury for too long. I grip her hips, pulling her impossibly closer as our bodies mold together, fitting like they were always meant to. Her fingers trail down my back, nails scraping just enough to send shivers through me, making my control slip even further .
I carry her effortlessly toward the bedroom, her warmth searing into me. Laying her down on the bed, I hover above her, drinking in the sight of her beneath me, wanting to memorize the way she looks at me—like I am hers, like she has never wanted anything more.
“Avi,” I breathe against her lips, my forehead resting against hers for just a moment, grounding myself in the reality of this—of us. “You have no idea how much I need you too.”
She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, an invitation I can’t resist. My lips trace a path along her skin, my hands exploring every inch of her as she moves against me, pressing closer, needing more.
My lips trail kisses down her chest, pausing to take her nipple into my mouth. She moans, her back arching as I suck and tease her sensitive flesh. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention before moving back up to her lips.
She arches beneath me, her body pressing into mine, her silent way of telling me she wants this just as much. My lips move lower, tasting, worshiping, claiming every inch of her. And when I finally look up, her eyes are locked onto mine, dark and full of something that sets my blood on fire.
I spread her legs, my eyes taking in the sight of her pussy, already glistening with desire. I lower my head, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tastes so sweet and I can’t get enough.
“Oh my God, Ryan.” she exclaims her hands grabbing my hair.
My tongue moves up her slit to suck and lick at her clit, feeling her body respond to my touch. She writhes underneath me.
“Fuck, Ryan,” she moans as she pulls me closer. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
I had zero intentions of stopping as I insert two fingers. I wanted to make her come, to make her scream my name so everyone in hearing distance can hear me claim my Little Bird for myself. She belongs to only me .
She is so wet, so tight, I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers. I add another, my fingers moving in and out of her as I continue to lick and suck at her tender clit.
“Ryan,” she gasps, her body tensing beneath me. “I’m so close.”
I don’t let up, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring her to the edge. Her body shaking as she comes, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she screams my name.
I don’t give her a chance to recover, my body moving over hers as I position my cock at her entrance. I look into her eyes, my own filled with desire and need.
“Avi, I love you,” I say before thrusting into her.
Her breath catches in her throat, her body arching as I fill her completely. I start to move, my hips pumping, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
She meets my thrusts, her hips moving in time with mine as we find a rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I got closer but I wanted to pull another orgasm from my Little Bird.
“Ryan,” she moans and I start to feel her clench around my cock.
“I am going to come, Little Bird. I am going to make sure I claim every inch of your body inside and out.”
She moans, her body tensing beneath me as she comes again, her pussy clenching around my cock as I explode inside her at the same time. I could feel my cum filling her, marking her as mine.
We lay there, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs as we catch our breath. I look into her eyes and every ounce of hurt I ever put her through has disappeared.