Page 44 of The Boy I Loved
“I didn’t mean that.” There was something in his expression now, something warring with the other part of him that opted to treat me like shit since his return. But I couldn’t keep playing these games. It wasn’t fair.
He reached out, his fingers featherlight as they glided across the edge of my cheekbone. “Lay back,” he whispered.
Was this another ploy to hurt me? Did he just plan on screwing me only to be mean again once it was over? I wasn’t sure I could handle that kind of pain—not again. Not after the last time we’d hooked up and he had to leave, just to return and treat me like I was worthless, like I never fucking mattered.
“Stop overthinking it and lay down, Butterfly.”
Butterfly.
My heart stuttered within my chest at the use of his old nickname for me. I’d always been obsessed with butterflies, ever since I’d seen that yellow one in the woods during one of our games. I never thought I’d hear him call me that again.
Despite my better judgment, I lowered myself to my back, breathing in deeply as the mattress molded against my spine. Once he was sure I wouldn’t move, he wedged my legs apart with his body and positioned himself at my entrance. His gaze remained locked on mine as he eased himself forward, the head of his dick prodding at my opening. My stomach flipped when he began pushing forward, my pussy fluttering around him as it worked to accommodate his girth. The stretch was both beautiful and painful, causing me to suck in a ragged breath. It had been so long, to the point where I didn’t think it would ever happen again.
A low groan rumbled through his chest, his cock sliding in more and more with every slight movement he made. He braced an armon either side of my head, using the momentum to push himself to the hilt.
The muscles in his biceps strained, his chest hitching almost painfully. I licked my lips, reaching up to cup the sides of his face. The scruff of his jaw prickled against my palms and fingers, revealing just how much of a man he’d become since I’d last seen him. Without hesitation, he closed the distance, kissing me deeply. His chest eased against mine as he relaxed his body, my head spinning from the small amount of passion he granted.
Slowly, he started to move his hips, driving them back and forth to create more friction. A soft moan spilled from my lips, trickling through his.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, nipping my lower lip between his teeth. I shuddered against him and tightened my grip around the sides of his face, smashing my mouth against his more forcefully.
He took this moment to pick up his pace, thrusting into me with hard, fast movements that had my body jostling beneath his. My breathing became more rapid, my hands dropping to the hem of his shirt where I allowed them to slip beneath it so I could feel the hard, hot ridges of his lean frame. This time, he let out a low moan, the sound vibrating against my lips, and making me hotter by the second. My nails scraped against his sides, forcing him to shudder against me.
I’d fantasized about this moment since he left, but even my own imagination couldn’t compare tothis. It was more than I ever could have conjured up, more than my memory offered me even. He was still in there. Just when I started letting go, the boy I’d fallen in love with revealed himself.
He trailed hot kisses down the edge of my mouth, descending until he greeted my throat. His teeth grazed my skin, followed by the swirl of his tongue, and a nick of his teeth. My hands wound around his back, nails dragging down his spine. This seemed to spurhim on because he started pounding into me more violently, his thighs slapping against mine until the sound of our bodies connecting reverberated throughout the room.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, pleasure pooling deep within my abdomen.
“God can’t save you now.”
My breath hitched as he readjusted his weight, causing him to plunge even deeper inside of me. My pussy tightened around him, sucking him in every time he tried to ease back. His breathing was erratic, sweat beginning to form along his shoulders and hairline.
“You feel so good, Hazel. Oh … fuck.” He was panting now, his control fading into nothing as he followed his pleasure. “You take my cock so fucking well.”
His words only turned me on more, spurring me into motion. I tightened my hold around his body, refusing to leave an inch of space between us as I placed a kiss against his neck, scraping my teeth down the side of it as he’d done to me moments before. I wanted this to last as long as humanly possible, but we couldn’t slow down, couldn’t take our time. In this moment, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
My breath drifted over his ear, eliciting another shudder from his body. “I love you, too,” I whispered. When we were on the phone, he didn’t give me the chance to say it back, but now there was nothing between us, nowhere for him to run and hide.
And it was all it took—the last thread keeping him together.
He spilled into me with a loud groan, triggering my own release in the process. A series of curses fled his mouth, sweat glistening over his skin. My body convulsed around him, erratic breaths and moans vacating my mouth as my pleasure ran its course.
After a few moments, he slumped against me, sucking in deep breath after deep breath. My arms tightened around him, holding him close to me, scared that if we were to part right now, this would be over—a final goodbye. He nuzzled his nose against the crook ofmy neck, holding me the only way he could from the position he was in.
For a while, we stayed like that, nothing but the sounds of us breathing filling the space around us.
It wasn’t until he softened inside of me that he braced himself on his arms again, looking at me beneath heavy, dark lashes.
“Run away with me,” he whispered.
CHAPTER TWELVE
DOMINIC
She was sofragile beneath me. So warm … sowet. Her wide green eyes fluttered slightly, from either exhaustion or confusion; I couldn’t tell which. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It had quite possibly ruined any and all attempts of protecting her, but fuck … I couldn’t keep resisting. Not when she came upstairs with Mason, not when hetastedher.
“What?” She breathed out, a stitch forming between her brows.
