Vicky's POV
His free hand slid along my side, tracing every curve like he was relearning me by touch, like he couldn't believe I was real and beneath him again.
His pace stayed slow, controlled, intimate, every movement purposeful, every thrust deep and steady, drawing out pleasure that made my back arch and my breath shake.
"Ollie…" I breathed, nails curling against his skin.
He groaned softly, pressing his forehead to mine again, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, "Look at me."
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze—soft, warm, filled with a devotion that made my heart stutter.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered, moving slowly inside me. "This… you and me… finally together the way we were always supposed to be."
A tear escaped the corner of my eye, and he caught it with his thumb, kissing it away before moving his hips again, deeper, gentler, loving me with a reverence that made my body tremble.
