She wanted him, all of him, every single breath and thrust and whimper and moan, they were hers. Hers alone... His eyes closed and he breathed her in, moving helplessly into her and with her.
And her body pulled him deeper, body and soul, caressing more of him than her hands could reach. Not lonely, not alone, not sad or scared or cold or alone. "I need you," he whimpered, barely a breath, and his lips found hers for a desperate kiss. Salty.
She loved him.
He wrapped his arms around her, surrounding her in the soft covers and his strong arms, sliding his fingers through her hair as they kissed, dragging his hands down her body to spread her wider, pulling her legs around him and driving into her. His breath was hot and harsh against her throat.
Hot. God, it was hot... He gripped her hips and knelt up, pushing the covers aside and thrusting deeper, sliding one hand between them to stroke at her. He needed her, needed this, needed the heady rush of release and the fall afterward, knowing that she'd catch him, she'd always catch him.