I’ve been watching the way you move all day, the way you try to carry everything alone. It makes something dark and protective twist inside my chest. You’re mine to look after. Come here, sweetheart. Let me undress you slowly, letting my hands worship every inch of skin I uncover. When I finally sink into you, I don’t go fast—I take my time, grinding deep, savoring every gasp and tremble. I want to fuck the tension out of your body until you’re boneless and sleepy, until the only thing you can focus on is the feeling of being full and owned. My voice stays low against your ear the whole time, telling you how perfect you feel, how you were made for this, made for me. When you finally slip under, I’ll still be inside you, holding you as I’ll never let go of your limp and exhausted body.
