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"Oh, god, Sage," I gasp, my head falling back on my shoulders. "You're so deep. I feel you everywhere. Please, don't ever stop."
The last shred of his control snaps as I babble and plead. He moves like a raging storm, pumping into me so furiously the bed shakes beneath us, banging against the wall. I don't care if the whole hotel hears it and knows what's happening in here.
I scream again, another orgasm ripping through me before the second has even abated.
"Fuck!" he roars when my muscles clamp tight around him. He drops me down on him a final time and holds me there as his erection jerks inside me, his body going taut like a bowstring. He roars loudly as he comes, sending another wave of bliss through me. It blankets me in warmth, stealing away everything but him.
Somehow, I peel my eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of this. The look of savage pleasure on his face is breathtaking. His head is kicked back, the tendons in his neck visible. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes dilated as he bucks his hips without rhythm. He's like a god below me, fierce and mighty. Possession and devotion blaze in his eyes as his seed fills me with warmth.
Then and only then does it register that he's not wearing a condom. But somehow, I can't bring myself to feel regret. I've been on birth control for years to regulate my periods, and I want him just like this, raw, exposed. Beautiful.
So damn beautiful.
"Trinity," he whispers a moment later, his voice full of awe, of reverence. It reflects in his eyes too.
And I know that I don't want this to end when the sun rises. I want to be his, not just tonight but always. Whatever this is between us isn't supposed to end. It isn't temporary, fleeting. The way I feel about him is permanent, immutable. Like it was always supposed to be.
Likewewere meant to be.
Chapter Six
Sage
"Come on, sweet girl," I murmur, boosting Trinity up into my arms to carry her into the bathroom. I've already run water for her. I'm worried I was too rough with her at the end. Feeling her coming all over me and hearing her begging me not to stop sent me spiraling out of this dimension.Nothinghas ever felt as good as being inside her does.
She's a limp, sweaty mess, her heart pounding against my chest as I cradle her carefully in my arms. As soon as she nestles in my arms with her face pressed against my throat, I fall in love with holding her like this. There's something that just feels right about taking care of her, as if she were intended to be mine to care for like this.
"I'm so sleepy," she murmurs as I carry her toward the bathroom. Like the rest of this room, it's opulent, extravagant to the extreme, with a massive tub and a waterfall shower. I wanted her to have the best for this photo shoot. Vanna intended for the shoot to happen in Central Park, but I wanted Trinity on the roof here, with NYC and the East River spread out below her. I'm not going to lie. Seeing her naked in this bathtub may have entered my mind a time or five when I booked the room for the indoor portion of the shoot, but I didn't have any expectations.
"I know you are." I run my lips across her sweaty forehead, lingering against her temple. I've never felt closer to anyone that I do to her. She's been in my life for a matter of hours, but she's already necessary for my survival. Making love to her was, hands down, the best experience of my life. Knowing I'm the one who pleased her makes me feel like a god.
I already know nothing and no one will ever touch me like she did. She's my one, the reason for my existence. I was born to make love to her. The tight grip of her cunt around my cock, the way her body molds to mine…it's insane how perfectly she fits against me, like two disparate puzzle pieces locking together to form one whole unit.
"Easy, sweet girl," I croon, lowering her carefully into the tub.
She moans as the hot water and soapy bubbles submerge her all the way to her neck. I hold her carefully so she doesn't slip beneath the water as I climb into the massive garden tub behind her, sliding her backward into my arms.
"Mmm," she moans, settling against me with a sweet sigh that hits me right in the heart.
For several long moments, neither of us speaks. I just hold her, listening to the sweet sounds that escape her lips. She's mewling like a happy little kitten. If my heart didn't already belong to her, hearing those adorable purring sounds would have done it. But my heart is already hers. I think it's been hers since I saw her staring back at me from my computer screen.
"I was too rough with you," I murmur when she shifts in my arms and immediately grimaces. Regret fills me, pulsing like a second heartbeat in my chest. Fuck. I took her too hard, hurt her.
"No," she says, turning her head until her glassy eyes meet mine. "You were perfect."
"You're sore."
"Just a little," she promises, snuggling up to me again with her head on my shoulder. She drapes her hand across my opposite shoulder, humming. "But I think everyone is a little sore their first time, aren't they?"
"Wouldn't know," I say. "Yours is the only cherry I've ever popped."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm. I told you this isn't something I do, lamb. I haven't thought about a woman in years, and I don't want to think about one while you're in my arms either." I don't want to think about anyone else, period. What I've done before doesn't even compare. And whoever she was doesn't even matter because I'll never be with anyone else again. It'll be Trinity for me or no one.
"Sorry." She stirs on my lap, fidgeting. She doesn't drop it though. "You're so handsome. You could have anyone. I guess I'm just surprised."
"Don't want anyone else," I growl. "You think I'm a manwhore?"
