Page 141 of Sugar

And I let him because I was.

His pace remained relentless until I broke.

Exploded.

Shattered.

I had the teeniest bit of foresight to drop my mouth to his shoulder, muffling my scream when I cried his name.

“Good girl,” he bit out harshly in my ear. “I know you have one more for me. So fucking needy and perfect. Made for me.”

Even if I wasn’t a coil of pent-up tension after his night of sexual manipulation, the way he talked would’ve easily drawn another orgasm from my overwrought body.

But Iwasa coil of pent-up tension, so one orgasm rolled right into another detonation of blinding bliss.

He continued to thrust upward. Savagely using me until his own groan filled the small space.

Until I was no longer empty.

Not in any sense of the word.

I tried to fall to the side, but he didn’t let me. That was fine by me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and caught my breath in his hold.

My body loosened.

My mind quieted.

I relaxed.

He did that for me.

When one of my brain cells sparked back to life enough for me to speak, I shifted backward. His banded arms around me squeezed like he thought I was going to try to separate our bodies.

I had no interest in that.

I used the nominal distance he’d allowed to smile at him. “Can we go back to Gilded soon?”

A wide grin split his handsome face. One filled with lust and warmth and adoration. That reaction would’ve been good enough, but Easton sweetened it by cupping the back of my head. “Fuck, I love you.”

The world stopped. It had to. Everything outside of that moment ceased to exist to me.

“W-what?” I stammered.

“I love you, Madeline. So damn much.”

My chest felt so full, it was a wonder it didn’t burst. I did everything I could to sear that moment in my brain with the others that I wanted to revisit on my deathbed.

It was going to be a long list.

My silence must’ve stretched longer than Easton was willing to give me. Because he ordered, “Say it, Madeline.”

I might’ve been tempted to extend the torment as payback for my night of it, but I couldn’t hold the words in.

I grinned up at him and gave him the truth. “I love you, too. Also so damn much.”

In Easton’s beda short time later, I was still riding the high of him. His dick. The night. The orgasms. His love.

Everything.

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