His rhythm faltered slightly at her request, then resumed with renewed purpose. "I feel like I've waited my entire life for you," he confessed, his words punctuated by his movements. "Not just this—though God knows I've wanted this—but all of it. You. Us. Our family."
The emotional admission pushed her closer to the edge. "Keep going," she whispered.
"I'm not going to last much longer," he warned, his movements becoming more urgent. "You feel too good."
She watched his expression tighten, saw the cords of his neck strain as he fought to hold back. The vulnerability in his face, the raw need in his eyes, touched something deep inside her. She moved with him, meeting each thrust, wanting to be part of his pleasure.
A primal sound escaped him as his control finally broke. "Alex," he growl
