Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
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.
I moan out loud, peeling my eyes open to watch the way he trembles above me, his eyes burning with emotion, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. He's more beautiful than he's ever been.
When he can move, he collapses partially on top of me, rolling us so he isn't crushing me beneath him. His heart hammers against my chest as he wraps himself around me, clinging like he never wants to let me go.
"I love you," he whispers over and over, kissing everywhere he can reach. His hands shake as he runs them across me, like he's trying to remind himself that this is real—that I'm really here. "I love you so damn much, butterfly."
"You know the best thing that ever happened to me?" I ask in response.
He runs his hand along the scar over my heart. "This is."
"Okay, second best thing," I amend, because he's right. The heart I was gifted is the best thing that has ever happened to me. But the man in my arms? The one who does everything in his power to keep it safe? He's a close second.
"What?"
"Accidentally tripping myself in front of you on my first day at school," I whisper. "I thought I'd die of embarrassment. Instead, I found the most important part of my heart, the one that made me feel alive in a way the one beating in my chest never could."
"Jesus," he breathes, pressing his lips to mine in a fervent kiss. "I love you."
I smile up at him, confident and sure. "I know."
Epilogue One
Troian
"You have to open it," Gage says, thrusting the letter from Stanford in my direction. He's walked red carpets, acted in a movie, and sat down for interviews with people who don't even feel real to me, but I think he's more nervous right now than he's ever been. It's a little adorable, though I don't tell him that.
He'll just growl at me that men aren't adorable.
He is though.
It's been two months since he stood in front of the entire cafeteria and told me that he's madly in love with me. They've been the best two months of my entire high school career.
Victoria leaves me alone now…at least for the most part. Instead of calling me Gage's stalker, she now complains that public displays of affection are gross.
I just laugh when she says it. When Gage hears her, he kisses me. It's landed us both in detention a million times, but I don't even care. It's worth it. Not because it annoys Victoria, but because I love his kisses. They always leave me a little weak in the knees.
Our classmates no longer make fun of me. Some have even apologized for treating me like crap for so long. I accepted their apologies, but I haven't gone out of my way to be friends with them.