Penelope POV

I’m boneless, floating, every nerve singing. Being on our sides like this made it feel different—closer, somehow. Like he wasn’t just inside my body, but inside my soul.

He’s still half-hard inside me, and when he shifts slightly I gasp at the aftershock. His hand strokes lazily down my spine, soothing and possessive all at once.

“Still with me?” he murmurs, voice rough but tender.

“Barely,” I admit, smiling against his chest. “You’re going to ruin me for anyone ...