Giving Him Everything

Giving Him Everything
Ivy’s POV

My legs gave out the moment he released me. If his arm hadn’t wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him, I would have hit the floor. I was shaking…inside and out…every nerve still buzzing from what he did to me.

He kissed my shoulder. Slow this time. Reverent. He didn’t speak, but his thumb traced lazy circles on my hip like he wasn’t done claiming me…just changing the pace.

He scooped me into his arms again and carried me into the bathroom. Steam was already rising from the shower, fogging the glass, turning the room warm and hazy. He set me down inside, and hot water hit my skin, washing over the sweat, the marks, the intensity of what just happened.

I expected him to step back…but he didn’t. He stayed behind me, hands sliding over my wet skin, down to my thighs, then up again. Possessive. Slow.

He kissed the back of my neck, voice deep against my skin. “Turn around.”

I did.

His eyes held mine as the water rolled down his chest. Broad shoulders. Hard abs. Power coiled under skin. And that look…like he was nowhere near satisfied.

He backed me against the tile wall, lifted my leg and hooked it over his waist. I was sore. Wrung out. Overused. But when he slid two fingers inside me, my body betrayed me…welcoming him again, gripping him, ready.

My head fell back. “Leo…” My voice was a plea and a surrender.

His mouth crashed into mine…wet, hot, desperate. He swallowed every sound I made, every little broken gasp, like he needed them. His fingers moved inside me…slow but deep…making me feel everything. No rush. No punishment this time. Just possession. Worship.

His thumb circled my clit and my hips jerked. Pleasure rippled through me again. I bit his bottom lip and he groaned…low and feral…the sound vibrating through me.

Then he lined himself up and pushed inside me again.

But this time… it was different.

He didn’t slam into me. He didn’t go rough. He slid in slowly…inch by inch…never breaking eye contact, letting me feel the stretch, the connection, the bond. My nails dug into his shoulders as he filled me again, and he swallowed my shaky breath with a kiss.

He started moving…slow… deep… fucking me like he had all night to ruin me. The water hit his back and ran between our bodies, but it didn’t cool anything. His body pinned mine against the wall, hips rolling into mine with torturous control. Every thrust felt like it reached my soul.

I clung to him. Completely gone.

No words. Just breath and heat and quiet moans echoing in the shower.

I came again…slow and strangled…my body tightening around him. He followed, groaning against my lips, spilling deep inside me again, claiming me for the fourth time.

He washed me after.

Not rushed…soft. Careful. Like I was something precious. He massaged soap into my skin, washed between my thighs even when I trembled from sensitivity. He kissed the marks on my neck as he rinsed me. He held me still when my legs shook.

And when we dried off, he carried me to bed again…this time pulling me into him underneath the covers. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. His arm locked around my waist like he wouldn’t let the universe steal me again.

For the first time that night…it was quiet.

No fight. No threat. No fear.

Just us.

He buried his face in my neck. I threaded my fingers through his hair.

“We finally made it,” I whispered.

He didn’t respond, but he kissed my shoulder…softly. Like a promise.

We fell asleep like that…wrapped around each other, exhausted, bodies aching, completely satisfied.

I didn’t know what time it was when I stirred awake. The room was dark, the breeze from the balcony cool, the sheets twisted around my legs. I was still half asleep…floating…when I felt him.

Leo.

Behind me.

Slow. Deep. Sliding inside me.

My lips parted on a soft gasp. I didn’t move…I didn’t need to. His hand was already holding my hip, steady, guiding lazy thrusts that pushed him deeper into my sore body.

He was barely awake. His breath was warm against my neck. Each slow push inside me was unhurried…almost gentle…but intimate in a way that made my chest ache.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to.

Neither did I.

I reached back and slid my hand over his, lacing our fingers together as I opened my legs for him. Accepting him. Welcoming him. My body ached but it didn’t matter…this was ours. This was our reward. Our peace. Our beginning.

So I pushed back against him…slow, steady…letting him in deeper.

Claiming and being claimed in the dark.

His lips brushed my ear.

Mine…

It wasn’t a question.

It wasn’t a request.

It was a vow.

And I answered the only way I could, by giving him everything. And I mean every single everything.