Page 50 of Chasing Forever

When he stayed motionless, I turned to look back at him over my shoulder.

“Is this okay?” he asked, needing to know I wanted everything he was doing before taking it any further. He was always taking care of me. It was one of the many,manythings I loved, that made him so damn special.

“More than okay. I need to feel you.”

He entered me in one swift thrust, his hips snapping against my ass as he buried himself deep, stretching me wide. No matter how many times we’d done this, that first thrust still drove the air from my lungs. He was so much bigger than anyone who had come before.

“Oh God,” I groaned, dropping my head forward and pressing my hands harder into the scarred wood of the dresser. “You’re so deep like this.”

“Fuck, you feel like heaven wrapped around me,” he panted as he pulled out and drove back it.

“It’s never been like this,” I confessed as I began to rock my hips, pushing back into him every time he slammed forward. “Never been this good.”

I felt his mouth at my neck, kissing and sucking the skin there as he lost control and fucked me harder... faster. “You were made for me. Merritt. Made to be mine. Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours,” I breathed as the tension in my core started to build again. “I’m yours, Tristan.”

“Goddamn right you are,” he grunted. “Now come for me, baby,” he ordered, tipping his hips in a way that hit my G-spot at the same time he reached down to where we were connected and began circling my clit.

I shattered into a million pieces, bursting apart like the stars behind my eyes. My whole world lit up in technicolor. His name was a benediction on my lips as I came harder than I ever had before.

“Love you,” he growled against my ear before burying himself deep and following me over the edge into sheer bliss.

Tristan’s fingerstrailed along my back in slow, lazy movements, brushing up and down along the ridges of my spine. The touch was calming, soothing, and added to the peace of the moment. These were my favorites times of day. The minutes that came after we made love, when Tristan and I were lying in bed wrapped around each other. In those minutes, nothing existed but the two of us. We got to exist in our own peaceful little bubble for a short period of time before the rest of the world came creeping back in.

He must have enjoyed these moments as much as I did, because as soon as he came down from his release, he didn’t bother putting on a single stitch of clothing before he scooped me up into his arms and carried me through the house toourbedroom, where he proceeded to lock us in an intimate embrace.

I snuggled deeper into his chest, his arm wrapped around my waist tightened, pulling me against him. My mind blinked back to the conversation we’d had right before we went at each other like animals. He loved me.

The thought made me giddy with joy. The smile that stretched across my face was so big it made my cheeks hurt. He loved me, and he wanted Levi and me to stay with him for good.

His voice came out low and raspy as he said, “I feel you smiling against my skin, Dandelion. What’s got you grinning so big?”

I didn’t bother schooling my features as I folded my hands on top of his chest and braced my chin on top so I could look at his gorgeous face. He looked as relaxed as I felt. His lids were heavy over those sky-blue eyes. The contentment etched into the planes of his face looked incredible on him. He was so beautiful.

“You love me.”

“I do,” he confirmed.

“That’s why I’m smiling.” My smile got impossibly bigger, but happiness drowned out the throb in my cheeks at the stretch.

The grin Tristan returned warmed me from the inside out. “I take it from the Joker grin that you liked hearin’ that.”

I gave his chest a smack then reached to twist his nipple in retaliation for his teasing.

“Ah, Christ! I was just jokin’!” He reached up to rub the abused skin, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout as he scowled down at me. “Rude.”

“You deserved it for making fun of me.” My sentence ended on a squeal when Tristan sprang into action, changing our position so fast my hair flew into my eyes. He used his hips to pin me to the mattress, hovering over me and reaching up to brush the hair back from my face.

“I love you,” he rasped, the playfulness gone from his expression and replaced with utter sincerity.

“I love you too,” I returned softly. Joy swelled inside of me, growing so big I worried my skin wouldn’t be able to contain it all, and it would come bursting from the tips of my toes and fingers like beams of light. “So much, Tristan.”

A rumbling sound roiled through his chest as he gave me more of his weight. “Christ. I’ll never get tired of hearin’ that. Say it again, baby,” he requested.

“I love you.” My lips brushed against his as I gave him those words. I felt him start to grow hard again, but just as he was leaning in to kiss me, a sharp, demanding bark rose from the floor beside the bed.

Tristan dropped his forehead into the crook of my shoulder and let out a pained groan. “Cockblockin’ little shit,” he muttered under his breath, making me laugh.

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