Chapter Seven Amethyst #2
Then his hands are on me. Unhooking my bra.
Sliding it off. His fingers trail down my sides.
To my hips. Hooking into my pants. He pauses.
Looks at me. Asking. I nod. He slides them down.
Slow. Reverent. Takes my underwear with them.
I step out of them. Stand before him. Completely bare.
Vulnerable. His eyes move over me. Not hungry.
Not predatory. Just... taking me in. All of me.
“You’re beautiful," he says. Quiet. Awed.
Like he’s seeing me for the first time. I reach for him.
Pull him back to me. We move to the bed.
Slow. Unhurried. He lays me down. Gentle.
Careful. Covers my body with his. The weight of him grounds me.
Anchors me. His mouth finds mine again. Kissing me like he has all the time in the world.
Like tomorrow isn’t coming. Like I’m not leaving.
His hands explore. Mapping every curve. Every line.
Every scar. I arch into his touch. Let him learn me.
Let him memorize me. My hands move over him too.
Feeling the hard planes of his back. The tension in his shoulders.
The way his muscles shift under my palms. He breaks the kiss.
Trails his mouth down my neck. My collarbone.
Lower. Taking his time. Savoring. His lips close around my nipple.
Gentle. Teasing. I gasp. My fingers thread through his hair.
Not pulling. Just holding. Connecting. He moves to the other breast. Gives it the same attention. Slow. Deliberate. Worshipful.
My body responds. Heat building. But it’s not frantic.
Not desperate. It’s a slow burn. Building gradually.
Intensifying with every touch. Every kiss.
Every breath. His hand slides down my stomach.
Between my legs. Finding me wet. Ready. He groans against my skin.
His fingers move. Slow circles. Teasing.
Learning what makes me gasp. What makes me arch. What makes me moan his name.
“Kade," I breathe.
He lifts his head. Looks at me. His eyes are dark. But clear. Present. Completely focused on me.
“I’m here," he says. Echoing my words from earlier. “I’m right here."
I pull him up. Kiss him. Deep. Pouring everything into it.
Everything I can’t say. Everything I feel.
He positions himself. Pauses. Looking at me.
Asking. I nod. Wrap my legs around him. Pull him closer.
He enters me. Slow. Inch by inch. Filling me completely.
We both exhale. Long. Shaky. He doesn’t move.
Just stays there. Buried deep. Forehead pressed to mine. Eyes locked on mine.
“I love you," he says.
“I know," I whisper.
“I need you."
“I know."
“I can’t lose you."
The words are possessive.
But they’re not about ownership.
They’re about fear.
Raw.
Honest.
The truth stripped down to bone.
“You won’t."
He starts to move. Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
Each thrust measured. Controlled. Not about claiming.
About connecting. I move with him. Meeting him.
Matching his rhythm. Our bodies finding a perfect sync.
His hand slides under my knee. Lifts my leg higher.
Changes the angle. Deeper. I gasp. Cling to him.
He buries his face in my neck. Breathing hard.
But still moving slow. Still taking his time.
The pleasure builds. Gradually. Wave after wave.
Building higher. Stronger. More intense.
But we don’t rush. Don’t chase it. Just let it build. Let it consume us.
His hand finds mine. Threads our fingers together. Holds on. Not because he wants control. But because he needs proof I’m still here.
“Amethyst," he breathes against my skin.
My name.
Again.
And Again.
Like a prayer. Like he’s trying to brand it into his soul. Like if he says it enough times, he can keep me here.
I turn my head. Find his mouth. Kiss him. Deep. Slow. Matching the rhythm of our bodies. The pleasure crests. Building to something overwhelming. Something all-consuming.
“Kade," I gasp against his mouth.
“I’m here," he says. “I’ve got you."
And then I’m falling. Breaking apart. The orgasm rolls through me. Slow. Intense. Endless.
I cry out. Cling to him. Feel him everywhere.
Inside me. Around me. Consuming me. He follows.
Groaning my name. Burying himself deep. His whole body shuddering.
We stay like that. Locked together. Breathing hard.
Hearts pounding. Completely present. Completely connected.
He doesn’t pull out. Just shifts his weight.
Rolls us to our sides. Keeps us joined. His arms wrap around me.
Tight. Secure. I press my face to his chest. Feel his heart.
Still racing. Matching mine. His hand moves up my back.
Slow. Soothing. His lips press to my forehead. Soft. Tender.
“Thank you," he whispers.
I don’t ask what he means. I already know. For staying. For seeing him. For pulling him back from the edge. For giving him something to hold onto. I tilt my head back. Look at him. His eyes are clearer now. Calmer. Still afraid. But grounded. Anchored.
“Tomorrow," I say.
He nods.
“Tomorrow."
His hand cups my face. Thumb brushing my cheek.
“Come back to me," he says. Not a command. A plea.
“I will," I promise.
“I’ll always come back to you."
His arms tighten around me. Like he doesn’t trust the promise. Like he wants to believe it anyway. We don’t speak after that. Just hold on.
Tomorrow is waiting.
The mission.
The separation.
Everything that could go wrong.
But tonight, we’re still here. Still together. And for now, that’s enough.