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“Shhh, you’re being too loud. Someone will hear. Suck, like a good girl for me.”
Without warning, she convulsed around my cock, coming, and I grinned. She began a slow sucking motion on the fingers in her mouth. My breath was hot and heavy on her neck as I fucked her hard and fast.
The rhythmic slapping of our bodies filled the space as I kissed her neck. Mumbled pleas from around my fingers reached my ears before she popped off my fingers.
“Banana,” she panted.
Immediately, I slowed my pace, forcing the savage animal back under control. A ridiculous amount of pride swelled inside me. She’d used our safeword.
The one we’d discussed and practiced. My fucking girl trusted me enough to use it. I caressed her back, grounding her in the moment. Brick by brick, we were building this dynamic together.
My cock pulsed inside her, but I held still and waited for her to give me give me the go ahead.
“Pear,” she finally breathed.
I withdrew a fraction of an inch, checking. “You sure? All better?”
“Yes, it feels so intense right now. Like it’s hitting different, and I don’t…it’s hard to explain. I don’t kn…”
“Do you want to stop? We can.”
Our eyes met in the mirror. Everything else seemed to disappear. The room. The noise. Even the frantic beat of my own heart. It was all gone. There was only her. The woman I loved more than life itself.
My motherfucking soulmate.
For a split second, it felt as though I could see every version of her that had ever existed. The ten-year-old girl sitting beneath a tree in the castle. The stubborn artist who challenged me at every turn. The terrified woman who had walked into that clinic convinced she wasn’t ready.
The mother of my daughters.
A chill raced down my spine. An overwhelming certainty jolted through me. No matter how many years I was blessed to walk this earth—be in her presence—I would never stop looking at her this way.
I would never stop choosing her. I would never stop being humbled by her. Every nerve ending came alive. Her eyes shimmered. Mine probably did, too.
“No,” she whispered. “It’s not that.”
I waited. Whatever she needed, I’d give it to her. Whatever this was, it mattered. Everything in me said it did. She drew in a shaky breath.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“I…I love you, Lev. God, I love you so fucking much. I never thought I’d love a man, not ever.”
For a second, I simply stared at her reflection. Unable to process what I’d just heard. Because my ass had imagined this exact moment a thousand different ways.
But never once had I imagined it happening in a public bathroom with my hand gripping her hip and my cock buried inside her sweet cunt. And yet somehow, here we were. It was perfect. It was messy, emotional, beautifully honest, and so Bella.
She was proclaiming her love for me for the first time in a public bathroom as I fucked like a savage.
A bark of laughter escaped me. Then another. I stepped back, my cock slipping from her warm depths. The next thing I knew, tears were burning behind my eyes.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to laugh,” she said, her bottom lip wobbling.
“I’m not. Not really,” I breathed.
Grabbing her, I turned her body and pulled her into my arms. My chest felt too small to hold my heart. I’d told her I loved her so many times I’d lost count.
By this point in our relationship, I’d whispered it, growled it, said it after disagreements. I’d said it every single time we made love. But hearing it from her?
