In the next moment, I’m crushed against the bed by his huge body, and he's pressing kisses all over my face. "Do you really mean it?"
"Of course, I mean it." I laugh against the fervor of his lips.
Tristan rears back, a wild joy lighting up his features. "Say it again."
"I love you."
He kisses my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids. "Again."
I giggle. "I love you."
He groans deeply, and the sound vibrates through me. He starts kissing me with renewed zeal, his hands fumbling to rid himself of his clothes. Fabric rustles as his body becomes barer, and his warmth crushes me.
"Again," he says, his eyes shimmering.
"I love you, Tristan."
His kisses halt, and he breathes heavily against my neck. He keeps his head down for a moment, and I wish I could see hisface. The depth of his emotion fills the room like warm, radiant sunlight.
"I’ve wanted your heart for so long. I never thought you’d give it to me."
The raggedness in his voice makes my throat grow tight, and tears rise to my eyes. I lift my hand to his head and run my fingers through his hair. "I'll make sure I say it all the time to make up for lost time."
The joy on his face is so palpable I can almost touch it. "Again," he whispers.
"I love you."
He collapses on top of me, his movements driven by a hunger so obvious that it sends shivers down my spine. His fingers find my wetness, and he lets out a loud groan.
"You're so ready for me," he rasps. "You won't be leaving this bed for a month."
I laugh as he guides his cock to my entrance. "A month?" I ask.
"Yes, a month."
He plunges inside me in one thrust, and we both let out startled gasps.
“You really want me to fail all of my classes?”
"I'll let you leave for class," he says, "but that's it."
The fullness between my legs makes the world grow hazy. His thrusts are rapid and hard, sending arrows of pleasure through my limbs.
“Am I going to starve?” My words are breathless.
“I’ll feed you in bed.”
He pulls his hips away and plunges back in, filling me with every inch of him.
"Tristan," I gasp as the intensity builds like a storm.
"I love you, Amy," he breathes against my skin. "I love you so fucking much."
The world narrows down to just us. There's nothing gentle about him tonight. His movements are wild and unbridled.
"Show me how much you love me, my girl."
With a strength that leaves me breathless, Tristan sits up and pulls me onto his lap. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as we find a new rhythm.
