Her voice cracked beneath the storm, trembling but clear.
"End me, if you have to… but do it inside me. Please, my Prince… fuck me like you've never stopped wanting to."
He didn't speak.
Words didn't fit what surged through him. Not now. Not when her body—drenched, trembling, and open beneath him—felt like a prayer finally answered.
So instead, Parker leaned over her, letting the heat of his body settle slowly against her rain-slicked skin. Their chests met first—his warmth against her damp softness—followed by the slow slide of his cock against her inner thigh, hard and aching, dragging through the wet heat already waiting for him.
Her folds pulsed beneath him, flushed and swollen with need, parting for him as if her body knew—this was the moment. Her legs shifted wider, welcoming him, and he let his shaft glide through her slit, from her clit to her entrance, dragging a moan from both of them.
When he found her pussy—tight, trembling, soaked—he paused.
Just feeling her.
