Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
She whimpers my name, clinging to my shoulders.
I shift my hips again, and then again, just to hear her say my name like that once more. But after a few seconds, I'm no longer sure which of us I'm torturing. She's scorching hot and soaking wet, and I am dying to feel her wrapped around me.
"Kiss me, Chloe."
"So bossy," she complains softly.
"Shut up and kiss me," I growl, claiming her mouth before she has a chance to respond. I'm not interested in silencing her, though. Frankly, I don't give a fuck what she calls me. I want to hear everything she has to say. But if I'm not inside her in the next two seconds, I'm going to snap this bedframe in half.
She melts beneath me, kissing me back like she never wants to stop. It doesn't help calm me down any at all. If anything, it makes me that much more desperate.
I line up at her entrance, praying I make her come before I do. I refuse to accept anything less.
"Trystan," she whispers, her head falling back as I slowly push inside. And fuck me, I want to cry. She's burning hot and so fucking tight. She's here right now, wrapped around me and clinging like she never wants to let me go. This isn't perfection. It's an entirely different plane of existence altogether.
"Christ, baby," I groan, my forehead against hers as I sink into her little by little, trying like hell to give her time to adjust. I don't know how big her toys are or how often she uses them, but I'm not a small guy.
She doesn't seem like she's in pain, though. She's moaning beneath me, whispering my name over and over. Every recitation has my blood boiling and my balls throbbing.
I kiss her again just to taste the way she moans.
My hips come to rest against hers.
Finally. Finally, I'm where I belong. We're where we belong. She's in my arms, wrapped around me, mine. The same way I've always been hers, body and soul.
"Christ, Coco," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Christ."
"I know," she says, trembling beneath me. Her eyes meet mine—wide, glassy, full of emotion. "Trystan."
I kiss her again, pouring everything into her, everything I haven't said. Everything I wish I'd told her a long goddamn time ago. I give it all to her, drowning her in it.
She clings to me, squirming, panting.
I tip my hips back and then thrust forward.
The way she sobs my name? Oh, yeah. I need to hear that again.
I start moving, surging into her in powerful strikes, burying myself as deep as I can get before pulling back to do it all over again. She sobs every fucking time I bottom out. She's stretched around me, tight and perfect, clawing at my shoulders.
It still isn't enough. I lift her leg higher, fucking her harder, deeper. My teeth find her skin, leaving little bites that have her clenching around me again and again. Her nails rake harder. She sobs even louder.
"I want to stretch you wide and pour myself into you, Chloe," I growl against her skin. "I want you to feel me every time you move, every time you breathe."
"Yes, do it," she demands. "Please, Trystan. Please."
"The way you beg for it," I groan, nipping her shoulder. "Fuck. I want to ruin you, you know that? Just…keep fucking you until I'm the only thing you remember. You'd let me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
I growl, a savage, feral sound, wrapping one hand around her throat. I don't squeeze. Much. I just hold it there. Hold her there, pinned beneath me and moaning while I fuck my way into her soul. She holds my gaze the whole time, like she's daring me to claim it or take it or pour myself into every inch of it.
And then she wrecks me, ruins me like she hasn't already been doing that for years.
"I'm yours, Trystan," she whispers. "I've always been yours."
I roar her name, fucking her like a madman, no control, no restraint, just…hers.
Her body bows beneath me as my hips crash into hers, a loud cry of ecstasy tumbling from her lips. Every muscle in her body locks up as she shatters, my name echoing around us.
And goddamn, she was stunning earlier, but she's otherworldly now.
Her inner muscles clamp around me so tight I can't move. I can't breathe. I just fucking die the sweetest death in her arms. I'm lost in her, buried to the hilt, my cock pulsing as rope after rope pours into her.
"Chloe," I choke. "Christ, Chloe."
She sobs my name in response, and I know—I fucking know—I'll do whatever it takes to keep her, even if it means changing everything.
Chapter Seven
Chloe
Once Trystan can move again, he hauls me into his arms, plastering me against his chest. I cling to him, listening to the way his heart beats a frenzy beneath my ear. My whole body still tingles. If my shoulder or my ankle still hurts, I don't feel them. I just feel a sense of satisfaction that runs bone deep.