Page 93 of Worthy of Sunsets and Second Chances

“We didn’t box,” he admits with a blush.

“No shit.” I meet his mischievous eyes. “What did you do?” I repeat.

“Keller took my virginity.” Eli grins.

I double over in laughter, not expecting him to say something so ridiculous, even if it’s technically true. He had virgin skin, no tattoos.

“Oh . . . my . . . God.” It’s not easy to see all the superfine details clearly through the bandage, but I know it’s my drawing, made a million times better by the artistic hands of Keller-freaking-Shore. I can’t wait to see it unwrapped and cleaned up.

“I wanted to wait and show it to you, but it’s not really something that I can hide. You see my body all the time.” He licks his bottom lip and I clench my legs together.

“You hate needles.” I point out the obvious.

“Yeah I do, still do, but I love you. And I wanted to do this, for you, us. To show you that I am in this, Kendra, forever. I felt like your drawing, the one you did all those years ago represents our family now, which is pretty amazing. The angel side of the wing is our baby, the bird-like butterfly wing side is for Wren, and you are the whole butterfly.”

“What about you? What part of the tattoo is for you?” I ask.

“I get to carry you all, protect you, love you—forever. Right here.” He points to the tattoo, to his heart. “I love you.”

He reaches down, hauling me up his body and I wrap my legs around his waist. The passion behind his kiss makes me dizzy as he sets me on top of the dresser, stripping off my top quickly, and taking my mouth again.

“I love you,” I say as he greedily licks up my neck and around the shell of my ear.

“Not as much as I love you,” he groans, pushing his hips forward so I can feel how hard he is against my aching center, making me wish my jeans weren’t in the way.

Reading my mind, Eli makes fast work of removing them and my simple cotton panties. I reach around and unclip my bra, letting it get lost in the pile of our clothes somewhere in the room. Allowing Eli to see me now, fully naked without any inhibitions or worry ever since the first time, is easy. He loves me and, as he promised, worships me every chance he gets.

“Turn around,” Eli says.

“What?”

“I want you on your knees, on top of this dresser so you can see yourself in the mirror and how fucking stunning you are.” He puts his hands on my hips and helps me spin.

This dresser has a wide, lower top and Eli is directly behind me with a perfect view, his cock nestled right between my legs when I sit on my knees like he instructed.

He wraps a strong hand around my stomach and tugs me close to him, not caring that my back is bumping his bandaged chest. “Touch yourself,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to watch you make yourself come while you think about my cock filling your tight little pussy.”

Our eyes are locked on each other’s in the mirror, and goose bumps rise up over my entire body at his dirty, delicious words. I run my hands down my skin as Eli kisses my shoulder, his burning gaze tracking my every move—over my neck, across my collarbone, touching each of my butterfly tattoos, gliding down my stomach—and when my fingers dip into my center he bites down with a groan.

“Eli,” I moan.

“No.” His gruff word sends a shiver down my spine as he collars my throat gently with his strong hand.

“Daddy,” I moan, thrusting my fingers and hips at the same time.

“That’s right, dirty girl.” He squeezes a little tighter, and my pussy flutters around my fingers.

“Yes,” I rasp, running my wetness up over my clit and putting pressure where I need it, using my fingers, but it’s not enough. “I need you.”

Eli bends me slightly forward and I can feel the crown of his thick cock nudging the entrance of my slick center. Widening my legs, I rock back, needing to feel him push in. When he does, I cry out and he slams all the way forward, showing my pussy no mercy, and I come all over his cock.

“Fuck, fuck. Sweetheart. Look at you. See how well you take me. We were made for each other.” Looking in the mirror, we watch together as Eli envelops me from behind. Seeing his thick cock stretching my pussy in the mirror is going to be a snapshot burned into my memory forever.

It’s sexy, erotic, hot as fuck.

Perfect.

I press my head back harder into his shoulder and he grips my throat tighter, the most stunning necklace I have ever worn. His piercing is hitting delicate things at this angle, nerve endings that are sparking and glowing, sizzling inside of me, ready to detonate.