The flames that erupt inside me lick my skin and crawl through my veins, once again. He releases inside me, completely filling me up to the point he spills all over us.
That bond between us is raging an inferno of silk black night and fiery radiance as we both dive into the pleasure unfolding between us. Solidifying what has been a maybe for far too long.
He grips the back of my neck, keeping our sweaty foreheads together. Panting heavily, he brushes my hair from my face, those kryptonite eyes meeting mine.
And finally,finally, all these feelings, everything over these last few weeks, it all makes sense.
He hasn’t even removed himself from inside me when I feel him already growing hard again. I haven’t even had a chance to come down from this round, to calm the fire that’s still coursing through my body as my heart continues to pump it through me.
“Again,” he growls.
So we do it all over again.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
TYLER
Laying on my back,with Sunny across my chest, my eyes close as I feel her soft fingers trace the features of my face. I toy with her wild hair, curling a strand on my finger. Both our bare chests press against one another, our breathing rhythmic with our calmed heartbeats.
It honestly feels unreal, making me wonder if I’m dreaming. The way her fingers feel on my skin tells me otherwise.I love your fingers, Sunny.
I take them and press each one to my lips, savoring this moment, this woman, this fucking feeling. My reality now surpasses my dreams. I did what I needed to do in order for us to be able to be together.
It is worth it for you, Sunny.
I’ll continue what I need to do in order to keep her safe and happy.To keep us. I risked the repercussions for a maybe. A possibility.
This is my life now. Sunny everything, everywhere, all the time.
I love her.I love you, Sunny.I love her so fucking much.So,so much.The time I’d said it before was a desperate admission. This time, though, it’s different.She says it back.
If anything feels like poetry, it’s those words rolling off her lips. I want to kiss them to take it all in.
“I love you, Tyler,”she says in my ear as she traces my face, memorizing it.
She begins tracing my lips, gently pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth where my scar is. I crack an eye open and see a crooked smile upon her lips, her forearms braced on my chest, her sunshine hair in disarray from the night. Never had I thought someone would love my scars.
“Say it again, baby,” I whisper, lacing my fingers through her hair, showing off that face I’ve memorized since the moment I saw it. Blonde curls and waves, blue-green irises, and seventeen freckles that cascade across her nose and cheeks in a constellation—just for me.
“I love you, Tyler.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, trembling at her words and touch, unable to explain the way it makes me feel.
I tighten my grip in her hair, forcing her lips to mine and deepen our kiss. There’s a need to absorb those words she lets roll off that sweet tongue. It’s like candy, and I’m a sucker for it.
She gives a ragged moan under my urgency, surely surprised for a third go around between us.
I roll us over so she’s under the weight of my body, pinning her to the bed so she has nothing to do but take what I’m going to give her.
“What am I, Sunny? Tell me what I fucking am to you,” I growl, pulling her head back where I see her pink lips now swollen from my own.
“Mine,” Her breath catches, and I can feel her breathing pick up as she feels my hard dick press against her belly.
“That’s my girl. And what are you?” I ask.
“Yours,” she breathes as those big blue-green eyes search my face.
“Good girl. Do you know what happens to good girls?” I say, using my fingers lacing her hair to tilt her head, allowing access to her scar. “They get rewarded,” I whisper against her skin.
