“So fucking tight.” I pump into her and hold her ass. Our bodies slap together almost as if we’re making music.
My nostrils flare as I inhale our scent and rub my hand up and down her back.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I pound into her.
“Rhys,” she says, her voice husky with need. Her pussy latches onto my hard shaft; my thumb rubs her hole.
I pull out and she yelps in protest. “Shhh.” I slap her ass, causing her to turn.
“Lie facedown and keep this ass up,” I demand. Her long, sooty lashes bat at me, and for the first time since I’ve known her she looks at me unsure.
I cock my head at her, pissed. “What the fuck? You don’t trust me?”
Her eyes dip to my wet cock, then up to my face. “I do… but you’re huge and I don’t think…”
“You either do or you don’t?” I cut her off, gritting my teeth. I have no idea why this is pissing me off so much. She should know how I feel, that I treasure her. Fuck, I’m risking a lot having her with me.
“Gia?” I growl, my cock throbbing. I’m seconds away from standing up and jerking myself off.
“I do. I trust you, Rhys. You know I do,” she retorts and flips over to stare at me. “What’s happening?” She reaches for my cock and I slap her hand away.
“What the hell? Are you kidding me? I was seconds away from coming,” she exclaims.
I chuckle. Leave it to Gia to be greedy.
“Never mind. I’ll do it myself.” She spreads her legs, moving her hand toward her clit.
I straighten, watching her hesitate.
“Perfect,” I sneer. This has somehow gone to shit. It’s Christmas and I’m standing with my cock in my hand instead of in her cunt.
Slowly I stroke myself, pulling on my piercing. “Do it,” I demand. “Never mind, Gia.” I jerk myself off fast, hoping to finish in a rush.
“Why are you acting like this?” she fires right back, eyes narrowing as she looks at my face.
“Squeeze your tits. I’m close,” I rasp. “Or do you want me to get a groupie in here to help? They have no problem spreading their legs. That way, I can come and you can learn.” And there’s my self-destructive behavior. My ugly words just hang in the air, smothering us.
She gets up on her knees. I fully expect nails in my chest or ugly words in return.
“Go ahead, Brat, tell me I’m shit. Remind me how I’ll never be happy or have true love,” I grind out.
She cocks her head and slowly reaches for me. I flinch, as if her touch has burned me, and to be honest, maybe she has because my heart actually burns.
Her fingers trace my lips as if she can magically heal me and she shakes her head. “I refuse to let you do this.” Her beautiful eyes shine with tears. I grab her wrist and hold it tight.
Our eyes lock.
“You want to know if I trust you? I love you. Is that enough trust for you?” Her voice is strong and confident.
Time stops.
She loves me. I let go of her wrist.
She puts her hand on my heart, as if she knows that’s what needs to heal the most. I reach up to take it away, but instead I jerk her into my arms, burying my face in her neck.
She smells like vanilla and me and I like it. Need it. I pull her head back and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Somehow, she’s become my everything, and I’m too raw to speak it. Her tongue twists with mine and we fall back onto the bed.
“I need to be inside you.”
She opens her legs and I thrust in. Her slick walls take me; her words float around my ears like a symphony.
I love you.
In and out, I thrust into her slowly, kissing her mouth, her eyes, then back to her lips. I make love to her with my body because I can’t say the words.
Her nails dig into my ass, and her honey core grabs my cock. “I love you, Rhys Granger.” She goes over, her eyes turning almost black as she arches her neck. I latch onto it, sucking as I let myself come inside her. Releasing all my poison, I soar with the sound of her harsh breathing.
“Fuck.” I pull out and roll onto my back. As we let ourselves recover. Throwing an arm over my eyes, I attempt to digest what just happened. I sense her getting out of bed and I grab her, rolling on top of her.
“You know you’re fucked, right? You think I was obsessed before? You’ve woken the beast.”
“I’m counting on it.” She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck.
I’m not sure she gets it: I am obsessed. She’s mine.
I have no intention of ever letting her go.