18. Serah #3
His gaze rakes over my body with such open hunger that I feel it like a physical touch. "You're so beautiful," he breathes. "So perfect. Come here."
I climb back onto the furs, straddling his hips carefully to avoid jostling his injuries. His hands immediately find my waist, sliding up to cup my breasts while his thumbs brush over my nipples in slow circles that make me gasp.
"I love you," he says again, like he can't stop saying it now that he's started. "I love everything about you. Your strength. Your resilience. The way you smile when you think no one is watching. How brave you are even when you're terrified."
I reach between us, positioning his cock at my entrance. I'm already wet and ready for him—have been since I started kissing my way down his body. "I love you too," I whisper. "And I'm going to show you exactly how much."
Then I sink down onto him in one slow, steady motion.
We groan in unison as he fills me completely. The stretch and fullness after weeks apart feels almost overwhelming—pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I go still once he's buried to the hilt, adjusting to the size of him, savoring the way we fit together like we were made for this.
"Gods." His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise if the binding wasn't transferring force away from my body. "You feel—I can't even—"
"I know." I roll my hips experimentally, drawing another groan from both of us. "I know."
Then I start to move.
I lift up slowly until just the head of him remains inside, then sink back down with deliberate care.
Deep and slow. The pace I've learned drives him absolutely wild.
The kind of rhythm that lets me feel every inch of him dragging against my inner walls, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
His hands roam my body—cupping my breasts, tracing my waist, gripping my hips to help guide my movements. His eyes never leave my face, drinking in every expression like he's trying to memorize this moment.
"You're incredible," he pants. "So tight. So warm. Perfect."
I brace my hands on his chest—careful to avoid his injuries—and increase the pace slightly. Still deep. Still slow. But with a rolling motion that has both of us gasping. The angle lets him hit that perfect spot inside me with every downward stroke, building pressure and heat low in my belly.
"Rakk." His name comes out breathless. "You feel so good. So deep."
"Keep going." His voice is strained. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I won't. I couldn't even if I wanted to.
The pleasure building between us feels addictive—better than anything I've ever experienced.
Better because I finally understand what this is.
Not just sex or mutual comfort, but genuine connection.
Love expressed through touch and movement and the desperate need to be as close as two people can possibly get.
I lean forward, changing the angle, and the shift makes both of us cry out. Now when I move, my clit grinds against his pubic bone with each roll of my hips. The added stimulation has me clenching around him involuntarily.
"Fuck." His head drops back against the furs. "If you keep doing that—"
"Am I hurting you?" The question comes urgent despite the pleasure fogging my brain. "Your ribs—"
"No." He lifts his head to meet my eyes, and the intensity there steals my breath. "You could never hurt me. This is—gods, Serah. This is everything."
His words spur me on. I pick up the pace, riding him with increasing urgency as the pressure builds higher and tighter inside me. His hands guide my hips, helping me find the perfect rhythm. The perfect angle. Everything aligning into something that feels almost transcendent.
"That's it," he encourages, voice rough with strain. "Take what you need. Use me. I'm yours."
The words combined with the relentless pressure against my clit push me closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building—coiling tighter with every movement. Every brush of skin against skin. Every grunt and moan that falls from Rakk's lips as I take him again and again.
"I'm close," I gasp. "Rakk, I'm—"
"Come for me." His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles that make my vision white out. "Want to feel you come on my cock. Want to watch you fall apart."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless fullness of him inside me finally breaks me. My orgasm crashes over me in waves—intense and all-consuming. I cry out his name as pleasure floods through every nerve ending, clenching around him so hard that he groans like I'm killing him.
"Yes." His hips buck up into me despite his injuries, chasing his own release. "Fuck, yes. So beautiful. So perfect. I love you. I love you."
He comes with a roar, hands gripping my hips as he spills inside me. I feel the pulse of him, the heat flooding my core, and it triggers another smaller wave of pleasure that leaves me trembling and breathless above him.
We stay frozen like that for a long moment—bodies locked together, hearts pounding, both of us struggling to remember how to breathe.
He tilts my face up to his once we do, sealing our lips into a kiss. It's deep and toe-curling and I know he's not going to rest like he should now that we've finally cleared the air.
When we break apart, there's a gentle smile on his face. "I'm glad we finally talked."
I laugh softly. "It only took us a while."
"Worth it." His thumb strokes my jaw. "You are worth everything, Serah."
And I finally believe that.