Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
I wanted this for I don’t know how long, and I allowed the desire and yearning for her to completely take over me. She felt fucking incredible against my fingers and in the palm of my hand. Everything with Tru was indescribable. It didn’t matter how many girls I had been with. Nothing came close to this.
It excited me in ways I never thought were possible. The emotions and lust I felt for her made everything more real and complete.
Our movements became headier and more urgent since we were both searching for something.
Through a hooded stare, I looked up at her. Tru’s mouth was parted, her face flushed, and her chest rose and fell at a rapid speed as she fisted the blanket beneath her. This embrace was much different from the last. My lips were rough but smooth against hers, my touch firm yet gentle. Her heart drummed so unbelievably fast that I felt it against my chest.
Her body molded perfectly with mine. It was the most overwhelming and consuming feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life. There would be no coming back from this.
From her.
Us.
This deep connection was evident from the first time we’d laid eyes on one another.
Her lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be on top of hers.
She was my girl.
“Fuck … you feel good,” I painfully groaned.
My thoughts.
My words.
They all seemed to be scrambled together.
“Van,” she erratically breathed, panting breaths on my lips.
“What, baby?”
“I want you.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I confessed, holding on by a thread.
“Please…”
I wanted to ask her a hundred and one questions, but I didn’t.
Instead, I just kept kissing her.
Because it was enough…
CHAPTER 24
TRU
He smiled, stepping into my house before closing the door behind him to lean against it.
Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear, “I want to make love to my girl. Let me take care of you, sweetness.”
I thought about it for a second. “What happens after?”
He grinned. “I make you come again.”
“Van.” I blushed. “You know what I mean.”
With another honest expression, he vowed, “I’ll cherish you forever.”
He knew we were alone. My adoptive parents were gone for the night. They were all at a charity event.
With each step he made toward my room, I felt the butterflies bubbling in my stomach. I wasn’t nervous, more like anxious for what was to come.
“I missed you,” I said as he laid me down on my bed before he hovered over my small frame, caging me in with his arms around my face.
“I missed you too, baby.”
I was only wearing a flimsy sundress, and it was easy to throw over my head after he kissed me. Once I was naked, he eyed me with a predatory regard that had my thighs clenching.
Nobody made me feel what he could. At eighteen years old, I was already aware no one else ever would.
I could sense he was hesitating, probably on my behalf, knowing this was the first time for me. I wanted to feel him in every possible manner. I had for months, but he never tried more than just kissing. He respected me, and coming from a guy like him, it meant everything.
Recognizing his uncertainty, I made it easy for him. Tugging his lips back to mine, I coaxed, “Touch me, Vaughan.”
“Where?” he said into my mouth.
“Anywhere you want.”
He smiled as he slipped his tongue past my parting lips. Working it in ways that had my legs spreading and wrapping around his waist. My arms quickly followed, doing the same around his neck.
No space or distance between us.
He kissed me gently, adoringly, fervently.
He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to look deep into my eyes. I’d become familiar with that hunger in his stare. Although he wasn’t even touching me, I felt him all over.
I craved his touch.
His taste.
The feel of him on top of me and between my legs.
All his adoration.
His love.
Devotion.
Every laugh.
Smile.
Everything and anything.
I just wanted him.
Reaching for the front of his shirt, I helped him pull it over his head to toss it on the floor next to my dress. My fingers pressed against the pulse of his neck, wanting to feel it beating only for me. I stayed there for a few seconds, slowly skimming them down to his heart and then his taut abs until I reached for his belt.
The warmth and softness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The butterflies he always stirred never got old. It was one of my favorite emotions he evoked.
The feelings he ignited inside me were what fairy tales were made of. I never thought I’d find a love like his.
Like ours.
I thanked my lucky stars he came into my life when he did, making me believe I was worth being cared for. I grew up on my own, constantly being called a burden or annoying—the list was endless.