Akeno POV
The moment the front door clicked shut behind them, I turned to find Toshio still standing in the entryway, adjusting his uniform collar in that unconscious way he did when he was thinking about something.
"Now you're all mine," I purred, letting my voice drop to that lower register I knew drove him crazy.
His steel-blue eyes snapped to mine, darkening immediately with desire. Perfect. I'd been waiting all day for this—waiting weeks, really, if I was being honest with myself. The brief heated encounter in my bedroom this morning had only whetted my appetite, leaving me hungry for more.
I walked toward him slowly, deliberately, letting my hips sway with each step. The way his gaze tracked my movement sent a delicious shiver through me. After six weeks apart, I'd almost forgotten how intoxicating it felt to have his complete attention focused on me like this.
"Akeno," he said, my name coming out rougher than usual. "The others just left."
"Exactly," I replied, closing the distance between us until I was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "Which means we're finally alone. No interruptions. No Rias bursting in at the worst possible moment."
I reached up, trailing my fingers along his jaw, feeling the slight tension there. His training with that eccentric swordmaster had done more than just improve his technique—his body had become harder, more defined. I'd noticed it this morning when I'd run my hands over him, but now I wanted to explore every new ridge and plane at my leisure.
"You've been working very hard, haven't you, muscle boy?" I murmured, my fingers moving to the buttons of his uniform jacket. "All that training, all that discipline..."
His hands came up to grip my waist, firm and possessive. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
I smiled, working the first button free. "I promised you a thorough reunion, didn't I? I intend to keep that promise."
His breath hitched as I undid the second button, my knuckles deliberately brushing against his chest. The simple touch sent electricity—quite literally—dancing across my fingertips. I loved how my lightning responded to my arousal, crackling with barely contained energy.
"Here?" he asked, though his hands were already sliding from my waist to my hips, pulling me closer. "In the entryway?"
"Why not?" I freed another button, then another, until his jacket hung open. "Unless you'd prefer somewhere more comfortable? Your bedroom, perhaps?"
His eyes flashed with heat. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Ara ara, that's the second time you've said that today." I knocked the damp, sweaty towel off his neck, letting it fall to the floor. "But I promise to make it pleasurable." I inhaled his scent. His musk was intoxicating.
Before he could respond, I pressed my body against his and captured his lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Six weeks of separation, of missing him, of wanting him—all of it poured into that kiss. His arms wrapped around me, one hand tangling in my hair while the other pressed against the small of my back, holding me impossibly closer.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming across his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. He'd definitely gotten stronger. The thought made heat pool between my thighs, dampening my panties with desire.
When we finally broke apart for air, both of us were breathing hard. His lips were swollen from my kisses, his eyes dilated with want. I'd never seen anything more beautiful.
"Bedroom," he growled, and suddenly I was in his arms, lifted as easily as if I weighed nothing.
I squealed in delight, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me through the house. "So forceful, Toshi-kun. I like it."
"You bring it out in me," he replied, navigating the stairs with impressive focus considering I was deliberately grinding against him.
His bedroom door barely had time to close behind us before he had me pressed against it, his mouth on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I gasped, my head falling back to give him better access. I briefly made note his cat was lounging nearby. My focus returned.
"Six weeks," I breathed, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt with increasing urgency. "Six weeks of missing you, wanting you..."
"I know," he murmured against my throat, his hands finding the hem of my skirt and pushing it up. "I thought about you every night."
His confession sent a thrill through me. "Did you? Tell me what you thought about."
His hands slid higher, fingers hooking into the waistband of my black lace panties. "This," he said simply, pulling the fabric down my legs. "You. Touching you. Tasting you."
I kicked the panties away, already pulling his shorts down. "Show me," I commanded, my voice husky with need. "Show me everything you thought about."
He lifted me again, carrying me to the bed and laying me down with surprising gentleness given the urgency between us. I watched as he finished removing his shirt, revealing the lean, defined torso I'd been fantasizing about.
"You're staring," he observed, a slight smirk playing at his lips.
"Can you blame me?" I reached up, trailing my fingers down his chest, following the lines of muscle that hadn't been quite so pronounced before. "You're gorgeous, Toshi-kun."
He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Not as gorgeous as you."
Then he was over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply while his hands worked at the buttons of my blouse. I arched into his touch, helping him remove the garment along with my bra.
The moment my breasts were exposed, his mouth was on them, tongue circling my nipple before sucking gently. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair to hold him there.
"Toshi-kun," I moaned, my hips lifting to grind against him. I could feel how hard he was through his briefs, the thick length of him pressing against my naked pussy. "Please..."
"Please what?" he asked, switching his attention to my other breast while his hand cupped the one he'd abandoned.
"Touch me," I begged, past the point of playing coy. "I need you to touch me."
His hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, then between my thighs. When his fingers finally made contact with my wet heat, we both groaned.
"So wet already," he murmured, his fingers exploring my soaking wet pussy with maddening slowness. "All for me?"
"Yes," I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. "All for you. Only you."
He circled my sensitive bud with his thumb while sliding one finger inside me, then another. I moaned loudly, not caring who might hear. The house was empty except for that cat of his, and I was too far gone to care about propriety.
"More," I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I want more."
Instead of answering, he withdrew his fingers, making me whimper at the loss. But then he was moving down my body, his intentions clear.
"Let me taste you properly this time," he said, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Without interruptions."
His tongue made contact with my slit, and I nearly came apart immediately. He licked a long, slow stripe up my center before focusing on my clit, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that had me writhing beneath him.
"Oh god," I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. "Don't stop, don't stop..."
He didn't. He kept up that perfect rhythm, adding his fingers back inside me to curl against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge.
"Toshi-kun, I'm going to—" I couldn't finish the sentence, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure. I cried out his name, my thighs trembling on either side of his head as he worked me through it.
When I finally came down from the high, gasping for breath, he was kissing his way back up my body, his lips glistening with evidence of my release.
"That was..." I couldn't find words, my brain still fuzzy with pleasure.
"Just the beginning," he promised, his voice low and dark with promise.
I reached between us, palming his hidden erection. "Be rough with me, muscle boy~."
He growled low in his throat, his eyes darkening with something primal that made my pulse race even faster. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force that sent electricity crackling across my skin.
"You want it rough?" he asked, his voice deeper, rougher than I'd ever heard it. "Is that what you're asking for, Akeno?"
"Yes," I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets. "Please, Toshi-kun. Don't hold back with me."
I felt him position himself behind me, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades to keep me down while the other gripped my hip. The dominance in his touch made me impossibly wetter, my body trembling with anticipation.
His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack that made me cry out—not in pain, but in pleasure. The sting bloomed across my skin, and I arched back, silently begging for more.
"You like that?" he asked, delivering another slap to my other cheek.
"Yes!" I moaned, my voice muffled against the mattress. "More, please more."
He obliged, alternating between spanking me and gripping my flesh hard enough to leave marks. Each impact sent waves of pleasure-pain through me, awakening the part of myself I usually kept hidden. The part that craved this roughness, this loss of control.
I felt him remove his briefs, his hardness pressing against my entrance. "Tell me if it's too much," he said, some of his gentleness returning despite the rough treatment.
"It won't be," I promised breathlessly. "I want all of you. Go wild, Toshi-kun~."
He thrust forward, not entering me but sliding his length between my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness. The friction against my sensitive clit made me whimper, my hips pushing back to increase the pressure.
"Toshi-kun," I whined, desperate for more. "Please, I need—"
His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over me. "What do you need?" he demanded, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it."
"I need you inside me," I gasped, beyond shame or hesitation. "I need you to fuck me, please—"
He released my hair, his hand moving to grip my throat instead—not cutting off my air, but holding me in place, asserting his control. "Not yet," he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "You made me wait six weeks. I think I'll make you wait a little longer."
I whimpered in frustration, but the sound turned to a moan as his free hand moved between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in firm circles. The combination of his grip on my throat and the stimulation below had me climbing toward another orgasm embarrassingly quickly.
"That's it," he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you fall apart."
His words pushed me over the edge, my second orgasm ripping through me with even more intensity than the first. I cried out, my whole body shaking as pleasure consumed me.
Before I could fully recover, he released my throat and flipped me onto my back, his eyes blazing as he looked down at me. "I want to see your face," he said, positioning himself between my spread thighs.
I reached up, cupping his face with trembling hands. "Then take me," I whispered. "Make me yours."
He captured my lips in a bruising kiss as he finally—finally—pushed inside me. I gasped at the stretch, the fullness, the slight sting that came with taking him. He was bigger than I'd anticipated, and my body needed a moment to adjust.
"Fuck," he groaned against my mouth, holding still. "You're so tight."
"Don't stop," I managed, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Please don't stop."
He began to move, starting slow but quickly building to a punishing rhythm that had me clawing at his back. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, pleasure building with overwhelming intensity.
"Harder," I begged, my nails raking down his spine. "I can take it, I promise. Give me everything."
He obliged, his hips snapping against mine with bruising force. One of his hands found my throat again, the other gripping my hip hard enough that I knew I'd have fingerprint-shaped bruises tomorrow. The thought only aroused me more.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice strained with effort. "Is this rough enough for you?"
"Yes!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed. "God, yes, Toshi-kun!"
He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly I was seeing stars. My third orgasm built rapidly, coiling tight in my core.
"I'm close," I gasped, my inner walls beginning to flutter around him. "I'm so close—"
"Cum," he commanded, his grip on my throat tightening just slightly. "Cum for me now."
The combination of his dominance, the slight restriction of my breathing, and the relentless pounding between my legs sent me spiraling into the most intense orgasm yet. I screamed his name, my body convulsing beneath him as pleasure crashed over me in waves.
I felt him thrust a few more times before pulling out, his release coating my stomach in hot spurts. He groaned my name, his body shuddering with his own climax.
For a long moment, we both just lay there, breathing hard. My body felt boneless, thoroughly satisfied in a way I'd never experienced before.
"That was..." I couldn't finish the sentence; my brain still fuzzy.
"Intense," he supplied, collapsing beside me. "Are you okay? Was I too rough?"
I turned my head to look at him, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. "You were perfect," I assured him. "Absolutely perfect."
He reached over, pulling me against his chest. "I've never had sex, let alone done anything like that before," he admitted quietly. "I wasn't sure if I was doing it right."
I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Trust me, you were doing it very right. Though I'm curious—where did that dominant side come from?"
He was quiet for a moment. "I'm not sure. When you asked for it rough, something just... clicked. Like a switch flipped."
"I liked it," I said firmly. "I liked it a lot. Though I should probably warn you—I have a tendency toward masochism. The rougher you are with me, the more I enjoy it."
"Sounds like a challenge." He smirked down at me.
His arm tightened around me. "I'll remember that for next time."
"Next time?" I asked teasingly. "Already planning ahead?"
"After that?" He looked down at me with a grin. "Definitely planning ahead."
I snuggled closer, feeling thoroughly content. Six weeks had been far too long to be separated from him. But the reunion had been everything I'd hoped for and more.
"Akeno, I don't think I'm done with you yet." I was momentarily confused but then noticed his cock growing bigger again.
"Ara ara, you haven't had enough of me yet, have you?" I teased.
"It will never be enough," he stated firmly, then moved and got me on all fours.
"I think I'll take both of your firsts, if you don't mind." I felt his hardened cock press against my back door.
"You naughty, naughty boy~. You better not go easy on me." Where did he get this stamina from? Wasn't he new at this?
The press of his hardness against that forbidden entrance sent a shiver through my entire body, heat flooding through me despite the thorough fucking I'd just received.
"I've never experimented much with this hole," I admitted breathlessly, my voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
His hand came down hard on my ass without warning, the sharp crack echoing through the room. The sting bloomed across my skin in the most delicious way, making me gasp and arch my back.
"That surprises me," he said, his voice low and rough. "Considering how much you enjoy pain."
I moaned at his words, my pussy clenching at nothing. "I'm more used to dishing out the pain rather than receiving it," I managed to say, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
"Then I'll change that," he promised, and I heard the dark satisfaction in his voice.
I felt him move away briefly, and then his fingers returned, slick with what I assumed was lube. He worked one finger inside slowly, carefully, and I gasped at the foreign sensation. It burned slightly, but not unpleasantly.
"Prepared are we?" I half-moaned out, his fingers stretching me.
"I may be inexperienced, but I'm not stupid. I did plenty of research." I might have laughed if he didn't have his fingers in me. The response was so like him. The fact he 'researched' for this moment, learned about my kinks that I never blatantly told him; it stirred a different kind of emotion in me. An extremely warm, safe feeling. It was quickly drowned out by his entire finger reaching into me.
"Relax," he murmured, his free hand stroking my back soothingly. "Let me prepare you properly."
I tried to follow his instruction, forcing my muscles to loosen as he worked me open with patient thoroughness. One finger became two, stretching me in ways I'd never experienced. The burn intensified, but so did the pleasure—a strange, overwhelming combination that had me panting into the mattress.
"Toshi-kun," I whimpered, pushing back against his fingers. "I need—"
"I know what you need," he said, withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at my entrance. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me, and I held my breath in anticipation.
He pushed forward slowly, just the tip breaching that tight ring of muscle. I gasped at the stretch, at the burn that was so much more intense than his fingers had been.
Then, without warning, he slammed forward, burying his full length inside me in one brutal thrust.
Pain exploded through me—white-hot and overwhelming—but underneath it was pleasure so intense it stole my breath. My body convulsed, my pussy gushing as an orgasm ripped through me completely unexpectedly. I screamed into the mattress, my whole body shaking as I squirted onto the bed beneath us.
"Fuck," Toshio groaned above me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You just came from that, didn't you?"
I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but gasp for air as aftershocks rolled through me. The fullness was overwhelming, the stretch bordering on too much, but god, it felt incredible.
He held still, letting me adjust to the intrusion. I could feel him throbbing inside me, could feel every inch of him filling me completely. My body gradually relaxed around him, the burn fading to a more manageable ache.
"More," I finally managed to gasp out. "Please, Toshi-kun, I need more."
1 || He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again. The drag of his cock against my sensitive walls sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through me. I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his next thrust.
Then he truly began to move, and I lost all coherent thought. He fucked me relentlessly, each thrust deep and hard, his hips slapping against my reddened ass with bruising force. The pain mixed with pleasure in the most intoxicating way, overwhelming my senses completely.
"You take it so well," he praised, his voice strained with effort. "Such a good girl, taking all of me like this."
His words sent another intoxicating wave of pleasure through me. Being praised during sex, someone someone speak to me with such raw appreciation… it made me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.
"Uhg, fuck my ass!" I yelled out in pleasure.
One of his hands slid around to find my clit, rubbing in firm circles that had me crying out. The combination of sensations was too much—the fullness, the stretch, the stimulation of my sensitive bud. I felt another orgasm building impossibly fast.
"I'm going to—" I couldn't finish, my fourth climax crashing over me with devastating intensity. I screamed his name, my body convulsing as pleasure consumed me completely.
He didn't slow down, fucking me through my orgasm and beyond. The overstimulation was almost too much, bordering on painful, but I didn't want him to stop. I needed this—needed to be taken completely, to be thoroughly claimed.
"Where do you want it?" he asked, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I could tell he was close.
"Inside," I gasped without hesitation. "I want to feel you fill me up."
He groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he slammed into me one final time. I felt him pulse inside me, his release flooding my ass with warmth. The sensation pushed me into one more small orgasm, my body milking him for every drop.
He caught his breath, leaving me to enjoy the fullness of him in my ass. His cum was so warm. It felt like I was melting into the bed in pure bliss. Just when I thought he was going to pull out, I felt him hardening inside me. I turned my head to look at him.
"Again!?" I shouted and moaned out. He saw him smirk, then lift his leg up of his knee.
"I have an idea. I just thought of a new use for Runic Shunpo." I was confused at first, then put two and two together. It was how he moved so fast. My eyes widened at the implication.
2 || Then he started to move. What followed was an indescribable kind of pleasure mixed with pain. His hips slammed against me, the sound like a roll of firecrackers. I screamed in ecstasy. It was so much that my vision turned white, momentarily losing consciousness. It returned when I felt him adding to his previous load.
We collapsed together onto the bed, both of us gasping for breath. My body felt thoroughly used in the best possible way, every muscle loose and satisfied. I could feel him softening inside me, could feel his cum beginning to leak out.
"That was..." I trailed off, unable to find adequate words.
"Intense?" he supplied, his arms wrapping around me from behind.
"Beyond intense," I corrected, turning my head to look at him. "That was the most incredible experience of my life."
He pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder, such a contrast to the roughness from moments before. "I wasn't too rough?"
I laughed softly, wincing slightly at the soreness already making itself known. "Toshi-kun, I literally begged you to be rough. You gave me exactly what I needed."
"Good," he murmured against my skin. "Because I plan to do it again. Often."
A thrill ran through me at his words. "I'm counting on it."
We lay there in comfortable silence for several minutes, just holding each other, our breathing gradually returning to normal. I could feel the stickiness between my thighs, the soreness in my ass, the tenderness where his fingers had gripped my hips. I felt thoroughly claimed, marked as his in ways both physical and emotional. The bruises forming on my hips, the ache between my legs and elsewhere—all of it was evidence of what we'd shared.
"I should probably clean up," I finally said reluctantly. "We made quite a mess."
"Shower together?" he suggested, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Only if you promise to behave yourself," I teased, though we both knew I didn't mean it.
"I make no such promises," he replied, carefully withdrawing from me. I gasped at the sensation, feeling empty and gaping.
"In a minute," I replied, snuggling closer to his chest. "Just let me enjoy this for a little longer."
His arms tightened around me, and I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. "Take all the time you need."
As I lay there in his arms, thoroughly satisfied and completely content, I couldn't help but marvel at how much had changed. Six weeks ago, I'd been anxious about our separation, worried that distance might cool whatever was growing between us. Instead, it had only intensified my feelings, making this reunion all the sweeter. Now, feeling the pleasant ache in my body from his thorough claiming, I knew without doubt that what we had was real.
I thought about what we'd just done, how he'd taken both my virginities in one night. Most girls might have regretted giving so much so quickly, but I felt no regret. Only satisfaction and a deep sense of rightness. This was where I belonged—in his arms, in his bed, in his life.
"Come on, before we fall asleep in our own fluids." I couldn't help but laugh at the Toshio-like phrasing.
He helped me to my feet, steadying me when my legs proved less reliable than expected. The evidence of our activities was obvious—my thighs were slick with a mixture of our releases, and I could feel more of his cum slowly dripping out of me. I collapsed to the floor.
"Um, Toshi-kun? Could you carry me?" It was a little embarrassing to ask, but my legs refused to cooperate. He snorted in amusement, then picked me up bridal style.
"My hero~" I teased.
As he walked out, I noticed his cat had disappeared at some point during our activities. Probably fled to avoid the noise. The thought made me giggle.
"What's so funny?" he asked, settling me into the warm water.
"Just thinking about your poor cat," I replied. "We probably traumatized her."
He snorted, setting me down in the massive shower, steadying me against his chest, my back to him. "She'll survive. Besides, she's a supernatural creature. I'm sure she's seen her fair share."
I hummed in agreement, relaxing into his embrace as the warm water soothed my aching muscles. His hands began working soap into my skin, washing me with gentle care that contrasted sharply with his earlier roughness.
"You're good at this," I murmured, my eyes drifting closed.
"At bathing you?"
"At knowing what I need. When to be rough, when to be gentle."
His hands paused in their ministrations. "I just pay attention to you. Your reactions, your responses. You make it easy to read you."
I turned my head to look at him. "Most people can't read me at all. I'm usually very good at hiding what I'm really feeling."
"Maybe you don't hide it from me," he suggested. "Or maybe I just see through your masks."
The thought was both comforting and slightly terrifying. I'd spent years perfecting my various personas—the elegant Queen, the sadistic fighter, the playful tease. But with Toshio, none of those masks seemed to work. He saw through them all to the girl underneath. The one who was damaged and healing, who craved both pleasure and pain, who wanted to be loved despite everything she'd been through.
"I'm glad you see me," I said quietly. "The real me."
The warm water cascading over my thoroughly satisfied body, and I couldn't help but continue to marvel at our relationship.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his hands gentle as he helped wash me.
"How happy I am," I admitted, looking up at him with a smile. "How right this feels."
His expression softened, and he pulled me close despite the water streaming between us. "I feel the same way," he said quietly. "These six weeks apart made me realize just how much you mean to me."
My heart swelled at his words. "I love you, Toshi-kun," I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I sputtered, "I know it's soon, but I can't help how I feel."
He was quiet for a moment, and I felt a flutter of panic. Had I said too much, too fast?
Then he smiled, that beautiful smile that made my heart race. "I love you too, Akeno."
I kissed him then, pouring all my emotions into it—joy, relief, love, desire. He responded with equal fervor, his arms tightening around me.
When we finally broke apart, both breathless once more, I couldn't stop smiling.
"That's the first time I've seen you trip over your words. I have to say, it was extremely adorable." I giggled and lightly smacked his chest.
"Don't tease me about that; I was pouring my little heart out." What was left of it, anyway.
"I know, sweet girl." He kissed me briefly, his words sending butterflies through me.
"So what now?" I asked.
"Now," he said, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, making me gasp, "I think we should probably finish this shower before the water runs cold. And then..." His eyes darkened with renewed desire. "Then I think we should go back to bed."
"Insatiable," I accused, though my body was already responding to his touch.
"Stop being so sexy then," he replied with a grin.
As we finished washing each other—which took considerably longer than necessary due to wandering hands and stolen kisses—I felt a contentment I'd never experienced before. This was what I'd been missing, what I'd been searching for without even realizing it.
Someone who could match my intensity, who could be gentle and rough in equal measure, who looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world even while fucking me into the mattress. Someone who saw all of me—the sadistic side, the vulnerable side, the playful side—and loved every part. Rias meant a lot to me, but she wasn't this.
By the time we made it back to his bed, clean and mostly dry, exhaustion was finally catching up with both of us. We collapsed onto the fresh sheets he'd quickly thrown on, tangling together naturally.
"Stay the night," he murmured against my hair. "I don't want you to leave."
"I wasn't planning on it," I assured him, pressing closer. "Though Rias might wonder where I am."
"Let her wonder," he said, and I could hear the edge in his voice. "You're mine tonight."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a pleasant shiver through me. "Yours," I agreed softly. I spoke up a few minutes later.
"Toshi-kun?" I said softly.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you. For tonight. For everything."
He shifted to look down at me, his expression tender. "You don't need to thank me. I should be thanking you for trusting me with this." He raised a finger and touched my chest, where my heart would be. "With you." If I didn't love him before, I certainly did right then.
I smiled, reaching up to trace his jaw. "We can thank each other then."
His laugh rumbled through his chest, and I felt it vibrate against me. "Deal."
As sleep began to claim me, wrapped in his arms and thoroughly satisfied in every possible way, my last conscious thought was that I'd finally found where I belonged. Here, with him, was exactly where I was meant to be.