I quicken my pace, my hips slamming into hers as her body trembles beneath me. Her nails dig into my thighs, and a deep, dark possessiveness pulses through my veins.
I hope she leaves scratch marks. I’ll show them to any man who comes near her.
I belong to her.
And she belongs to me.
She writhes, jerking so far up the bed I nearly slip out of her. “Tristan, oh God, Tristan.”
I grab her waist and dig my fingers into her skin, holding her in place. “You be a good girl and take it.”
“Yes!”
I guide my fingers down her naval until I find her clit.
“Come for me, Amy,” I growl, “show me how much you want this.” I can feel her clenching around me, her breaths coming in short gasps.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her back arching off the bed as she clenches around me. I’m so close to coming, but somehow, I’m able to enjoy the sight.
Those big hazel eyes are wide, and her plump, pretty lips are parted.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When her body grows limp, I drive into her with renewed intensity. Every thrust is filled with desperation, with the need to claim her completely. A pressure builds in my gut, making my thoughts scatter like leaves in a whirlwind.
“You’re mine, Amy!” I shout as unbearable pleasure floods my insides. I spill into the condom, and fuck, I wish it weren’t there. I wish a part of me could fill her and drip to her thighs. Marking her as mine.
When the last wave of ecstasy crashes over me, I collapse onto the bed and pull her languid body into my arms. I kiss her head. “This is only the beginning. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion before this night is over.”
She lets out a sweet, sleepy sigh, and a blissful heaviness settles over my body.
I could have no one but her for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.
I ought to be alarmed by that realization, but I’m too damn tired. God, that was heavenly.
What feels like a moment later, the room is dark, and my arms are empty. Fuck, I hope I didn’t sleep too long. I wanted to spend the whole night fucking her.
When I reach out, the bed is empty. She must have gotten up to use the bathroom. I rummage around on my bedside table for a moment until I find my phone to check the time. When I touch the screen, I have a text from Amy.
What the fuck?
Amy: Turns out you really are boring. Don’t contact me. I don’t want to see you outside of the game.
I leap out of bed, my heart pounding like a drum against my throat. What the fuck is going on?
Boring? How could she consider the most intense sex I’ve ever hadboring?
What the fuck happened? Everything was magical. She looked at me like?—
No. She didn’t look at me like she loved me. That was probably how I was looking at her, and it clouded my perception of everything.
Her eyes told me something was off the second she walked into my room. She was different tonight. Distant and aggressive.
I’m nearly gasping for breath as I pace the floor, and a darkness descends over me. I scaled the heights of joy only to fall into this deep, dark pit.
Fuck, I think I love her.
I think I really love her, and she said our sex was boring?
