Page 35 of Keeper of Hearts
I whimper into his mouth as he plays with me, grinding against my clit while working one finger and then another inside me.
"Gotta get you ready for me, butterfly," he rasps. "Can't hurt you."
"You won't," I sob, so close to the edge already, but I don't want to fall without him. I want him inside this time. I need it more than I need air. "Please, please, please."
He pulls his fingers out, pressing the head of his cock to my opening.
"Look at me, butterfly."
I peel my eyes open, meeting his gaze.
"I love you."
"I lov—"
He pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching my entrance. Maybe it should hurt. I don't know. That's what everyone at school says—that the first time hurts like hell. But…I don't feel pain. All I feel is stretched and full as he pushes forward, inch by inch.
"Jesus fuck," he groans, burying his face in my throat. "You feel so goddamn good. So good. Ah, God, butterfly. You're so perfect. So damn perfect. I love you. I love you so much."
I sob in response, every wrecked word from his lips making me more desperate and needy. I dig my nails into his back, trying to anchor myself in the moment or to reality, I'm not sure. All I know is that he feels incredible inside me and on top of me.
Tears leak from my eyes, but they aren't from pain. They're joy.
He stops when he sees them, going completely still. "Am I hurting you?"
"No," I choke. "You feel so good. Please, more."
He brushes my tears away, kissing all over my face. "You're so perfect, Troian. I hope you know that I'll never love anyone else," he whispers. "It'll always be you."
"It'll only ever be you, too," I vow, meaning it all the way to my soul. There is no one else for me. I feel that in my bones with a certainty that's absolute. For the rest of my life, it'll be Gage.
He kisses me sweetly, linking our fingers together above my head.
When he begins to move this time, I throw my head back, crying out.
"You like that, huh?"
"Yes!"
"Good." He rocks his hips into mine, every stroke igniting a fire inside my veins. "I'm going to keep doing it, butterfly. All damn night if you'll let me."
I sob in response, raking my teeth across his shoulder because I don't know what else to do with myself.
He really likes that. He goes harder, his hips slamming into mine hard enough to shake the bed beneath us.
"You have to come for me, baby," he groans.
"I…I…more," I plead, so close, but not there yet. I need…something.
He releases one of my hands, slipping his between our bodies. His thumb presses against my clit, grinding in perfect circles.
"Come, Troian," he growls. "Right now, butterfly."
Something about the command in his tone, the feel of him inside me, and the way he touches me like he knows exactly what I need does it for me. I shoot over the edge like a star plummeting from the sky, his name a sharp cry on my lips.
Waves crash into me, one after another, until I'm practically convulsing beneath him, every inch of my body overcome with pleasure.
"Troian!" he roars above me, slamming into me once. Twice. Three times. On the fourth stroke, he plants himself deep, growling. Every muscle in his body locks up. Even through the condom, I feel his cock spasming as he comes, spilling into the condom.
