I do as told, stopping at the top of the stairs to watch Prue toy with the waistband of her leggings.

When the backs of her legs hit the side of her bed, she pulls them and her panties underneath all the way down and off, not dropping eye contact for a second.

Then, she lowers to sit on the edge of her mattress, one leg crossed over the other.

"Now," she says, cocking her head curiously. "Crawl to me."

I smile, my head shaking as I drop slowly to both knees. "You liked that, huh?"

"I loved it," she corrects.

I lower my palms to the ground and begin crawling over to her, my eyes held on hers as her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

"Slower," she whispers.

Once again, I do as told, slowing my pace to that of a lion stalking its prey.

She giggles, and I can't help but laugh too. "You just like me embarrassing myself." I kiss her ankle when I get to her, still staring up at her.

"I love it, actually."

"You know what I love?" I ask.

She blushes brighter. "Tell me."

"These," I say, sitting back on my heels so I can run my hands up her legs from ankle to thigh.

Once halfway back down, I grab hold of her knees and slowly push them apart.

"I love how soft the skin on the inside of your thigh is…" I say, pressing my lips there.

"How sensitive," I whisper, dragging my teeth against her as she gasps for me.

"I love when you do that," I tell her after she reaches down and gathers my hair into her tight fist. "I love how needy you get; how ready you are for me to touch you whenever we're together.

" I suck the soft skin of her inner thigh into my mouth, hoping to leave my mark there.

Prue lifts off the bed, bringing her lower body closer to me until I release her skin.

"Fuck, I knew as soon as I saw you I was in trouble," I say, tilting farther to look up at her as I move deeper between her legs. "Then, after I tasted you…" I lick her once, steadily up the center of her pussy. "I realized I was a goner."

She moans, tightening her hold in my hair.

"The first time you came, I fell so in love with the sound I thought my heart was going to burst."

She hooks one of her legs around my shoulders, forcing my face onto her. I cannot help but moan in response, feeling her cunt cover my mouth. I suck on her clit and flick it with my tongue, hearing her muffled cries as her thighs cover my ears.

Eventually, her shaking stills and her clit pulses in my mouth, as steady and strong as a beating heart. Then, her legs relax, allowing me the space to lean back for a full breath. Not that I cared. I'd rather deprive myself of oxygen than the taste of her.

I stand, licking my lips clean as Prue watches me with hooded eyes. Leaning back onto her elbows, she moves herself across the mattress, then opens her legs wide for me to slot myself between.

I crawl over her, kissing my way up her stomach and chest toward her neck. I bury my face in her hair and lower my weight onto her, pinning her hips to the mattress with mine. She groans appreciatively, running her hands over my ribs and back.

"I have a secret," she whispers into my ear. "One that I think you'll be very happy to hear."

I take in one last sniff of her hair, then rise to look at her face-to-face. I raise a curious brow, waiting for her to speak. "Yeah, Killer? What is it?"

"I've been on the pill for eight days, as of today."

I blink at her, stunned. My lips part as her wicked gaze finds mine. "Prue…"

"Yes, Milo?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"That you can fuck me bare?" she asks, smiling devilishly. "Yes, I am. If you—"

I kiss her, messily and far too intensely, as she giggles underneath me. "I'll take that as a yes," she says, holding on tightly to my head as I bury kisses into her neck.

"Jesus, this is…You are—" I stop, shaking myself as I bring her nipple into my mouth and growl around it. She moans, arching her back. "Fucking dream girl," I tell her again.

"I'm excited to know what it's like…" she whispers up to the ceiling.

" Fuck, Killer, me too," I agree in a low, shaking voice, pressing kisses along her sternum.

"Wait, you've never?" she says, tilting her face to see me.

"Never," I answer, nipping at the underside of her breast as we lock eyes. "I'm so glad it'll be with you."

"So…I'll be your first," she says proudly, smiling with brightly lit eyes.

"You, Prudence Welch, are my first, in so, so many ways," I say, rolling onto my back and dragging her over to sit on top of me.

She sits on my abdomen, her bent knees pressing in on either side of my chest. I run my hands up and down her thighs, admiring her from this angle.

"In all the ways that matter," I tell her. "My first love. My first girlfriend."

"Well, you haven't asked me that, yet."

I roll my eyes, smiling at her mischievous expression. "Prudence, will you please be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm…" she says, her teeth piercing her bottom lip.

"I should probably think about it…" she teases, a soft smirk tugging at her lips.

I reach for her hips and lift her up, placing her onto my lap.

She grinds herself against my dick, her thighs twitching as if she can't help herself.

"Okay, I thought about it," she says, breathlessly. "Yes, I will."

"Good girl," I say, licking my fingers before reaching between us. I run my hand over my cock to wet it, then press the tip to her entrance before I pause, my eyes searching hers. "You're sure you want me like this? We can—"

"Yes," she interrupts, "I'm sure. I trust you, Milo."

With that, I sink into her. Or, rather, she sinks down on top of me. And the feeling is unlike anything I've ever felt, having her bare. It's fucking euphoric, better than anything I've ever known.

I sit up underneath her, bringing my mouth to hers. We kiss passionately as tensions build, my hands held tightly on her hips, guiding her movements as her hands hold reverently on my neck and jaw.

When she starts to tremble and she loses her rhythm, I thrust into her from below.

She chants my name, gripping on to my shoulders as I lift my hips in time with her cries.

I groan as she falls over the edge of bliss, her inner muscles tightening around me and making me come in time with her before I can even process how good it feels to feel all of it.

After, she collapses onto my chest. I stroke my hands up and down her back while she catches her breath, telling her over and over again how much I love her.

When she's settled, I pull out and roll her softly onto the mattress.

"I'll be right back," I say before placing a kiss onto her forehead.

She's so satiated and relaxed, I don't even know if she heard me.

A sick part of me loves that. That she's full of my come, probably dripping with it by now, but comfortable enough to drift off to sleep.

I fetch a washcloth from her bathroom cupboard, run it under warm water, and then bring it back with me to the loft. After cleaning her off, I get back into bed and lift her into my arms.

We kiss again before she mumbles something that sounds a little bit like time to sleep. Even still, I speak out loud. Telling her how grateful I am to be here with her. How lucky I am for my brother's summoning, a windy morning, and the missing shop sign that led me her way.

And half an hour later, just as I'm about to join her in sleep, she stirs, lifting her face up off my chest as her tired eyes find mine.

"Hi, Killer," I whisper, brushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"Hi, gorgeous," she says, pressing the corner of her smile onto my wrist. She sighs wistfully, looking at me.

"Happy?" I ask.

"Very…"

"Thinking?"

"Always."

I smile. "About?"

"The day we met."

"Ah, yes. It was at your parents' wedding, wasn't it?"

She giggles. "I guess so."

"Maybe I'll be invited to the next one."

Prue moves to cuddle in closer, laying her face against my chest. "I have a feeling you will be," she replies sleepily.

"I've never been a plus-one before."

Prue yawns, her eyes closing. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

"Maybe I'll catch the bouquet."

"You think?" she asks, followed by another yawn. "Why, you wanna be next?"

I kiss her forehead, allowing my eyes to close as a smile overtakes my face. "I think I do."