He holds her gaze for a moment. He knows how lucky he is. After everything she found out, everything that happened, everything he turned out to be - she wants him.

Then he smiles, and takes a quiet breath and eases his hips forward. Finally. Finally. Three years of wanting, and he's finally slipping inside her. His chest tightens and jaw clenches as the taut skin over the head sinks into tight, wet heat. His eyes drop closed, and he moans helplessly, before pushing deeper, pulling back, pushing further, not stopping, can't stop until she's taken all of him.