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)
I just shrug in response.
"You were always the best part of my life. Even when I thought you fucking hated me, you were the best part. I already chose you, Chloe," he growls. "I chose you years ago. But it was never my choice that mattered. It was always yours. I've always been waiting for you to make it."
"W…what?"
"You heard me. Fuck our families. Fuck your brother. Fuck what's going on with Jax and Jade. Fuck right or wrong, or what we should or shouldn't do. You're mine, baby. I don't give a fuck if claiming you destroys everything. No one is taking you from me now that I finally have you right here." His lips come down on mine, his kiss hard, unrelenting.
I choke on his name, choke on his taste on my tongue. My mind is reeling, trying to make sense of everything he just threw at me. But he doesn't give me time before he's moving inside me again, his hips slamming into mine like he's trying to prove that I belong to him.
I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking with him, as wild and desperate as he is. He won't release my hands, so I bite him.
"Fuck!" he roars, fucking into me hard enough to steal my breath. It feels so damn good, like I'm flying and falling at the same time.
"You and this pussy were made for me," he groans against my lips. "I'll tear everything down before I give you up now."
"Trystan," I sob, already on the verge of shattering into pieces for him. But he isn't finished reordering my world yet. Oh, no. Not by half.
"You made your choice when you touched yourself last night, knowing I was listening. You don't get to take it back now, princess. I'll plant my baby in you before I let that happen."
My core clenches at his threat, and I know he knows how much I like it.
His dark chuckle tells me clearly that he knows.
"That's right, princess," he groans, slipping one hand between us. "I want you carrying my kid. That's how certain I am in my choice. That's how much you're mine."
"No," I manage to gasp. "That's how much you're mine, Trystan."
"You doubt it?" His gaze flicks to mine, his lust-dilated eyes holding mine captive before he places his lips against my ear. "I've always been yours, Coco. No one else even exists to me."
I think part of me knew that already, but hearing him confirm it? Yeah, that does something to me. Suddenly, he isn't the only feral one in this bed. I am, too.
I manage to rip my hands out of his hold. Manage to flip us so I'm on top of him now. This time, he doesn't fuck me. I ride him, holding his gaze as I bounce on his lap.
"Fuck yeah," he grunts, his fingertips digging into my hips as his head kicks back. Sweat beads along his abs, a single rivulet dripping down the center. "Fuck me just like that, princess. Take what's yours."
I do. I lift up and slam myself back down again and again. My nails rake his chest and abs, leaving behind marks. Every single time, he just growls for me to mark him again.
"Don't take those fucking claws out of my skin, Chloe," he orders. "Not until you're coming all over me."
It doesn't take long for his filthy mouth and the intense pleasure to get me there. He's so damn deep, I can't breathe. I'm hovering on the edge, sobbing his name every time I land against his lap.
"You look so pretty when you're full of me," he rasps. "Christ, I'm never going to get enough of you like this, Coco. You're every dream I've ever had."
"M-me too," I whimper, slamming down on him again.
He pinches my clit, sending me shooting over the edge. I fall with his name bursting from my lips in a desperate crack of sound. He growls when he hears it, bucking into me wildly as he falls too.
We shake and moan our way through it, with him holding me down on him and my nails in his skin. It's just as intense as the first time, just as perfect.
I collapse against his chest, wrung out and trembling. His arms close around me, keeping me captive against his heart.
"This right here is where you belong, Coco," he whispers. "I've just been waiting for you to figure it out." His lips brush my forehead. "Would have waited a lifetime if that's what it took."
I don't have to ask to know he means it. I hear the truth resonating in his voice. Trystan Goodson was always willing to color outside the lines for me. He just needed my permission first.
"We've missed so much," I whisper.
"Hey." He crooks a finger beneath my chin, tipping my head back until our eyes meet. "Don't fill yourself with regret when we're finally where we should be. Maybe it took us a while to get here, but we were always traveling this way together. Sometimes, it just takes a little longer to reach the destination."