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His hand works between us as he glides his cock into me. He hisses and I can feel a burn in my muscles as he works his way in slowly.

He grabs my ass with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, pulling my mouth down to his for a deep kiss before releasing his hold.

Filled with him, I sit up, pressing my hands against his chest and looking into his eyes. I raise and fall, memorizing the look on his face as the feel of his hands roaming my body. When my inner walls tighten around him as my orgasm builds, he grabs my ass again, urging me to go faster and forcing me to down hard on his hard cock. It sends my head spinning.

I try to hold out, to keep this feeling of euphoria between us going, but I can’t stop it. As I begin to fall over the edge of orgasm, Henrik rolls us again, taking over.

Thrusting into my brutally, the pinch of pain only intensifies my orgasm and stretches it out. Clinging to him, I feel his movements become jerky and his strokes slow. I listen as he loses himself inside me. His heart pounds so hard I can feel it against my chest.

His breaths are rough against my ear but it’s the sweetest sound. I wrap my arms around him as far as they can go and hold on to him–hold on to this feeling. Smiling up at the ceiling, moisture enters my eyes. Happy tears.

“You okay Princess?” Henrik asks, pushing up and rolling over to the side. I miss his warmth but am instantly pulled back into the curve of his chest and arm.

“Never better,” I tell him honestly, kissing his bicep. I want to say more but the excitement of the day and euphoria of the night is catching up to me. My eyes grow heavy and from beside me I can hear Henrik’s breathing even out. I follow him into sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Henrik

Iwake slowly, stretching my body and feeling a delicious burn in my legs. My arms slips from under Bryn, but as quickly as I stretch out the kink, I’m back wrapping her up to my side.

She snuggles closer to me, smiling softly as she wakes up. When her brilliant green eyes lock on me, an emotion that I’ve never felt before overcomes me.

I love her.

I think I’ve loved her for a while now. And I want to do everything I can to protect her, our relationship, and everything we’ll create together. Now and in the future. I can’t wait.

“I love you.” Saying the words out loud is easier than I expected…but the silence that follows as a lump forming in the pit of my stomach.

Bryn looks shocked. I watch her mouth open and close but no words form. Pushing up and taking the bed sheets with her, she leans against the headboard. She’s not touching any part of my body and I hate it.

“Wh-what did you say?”

“I love you,” I repeat, shuffling closer to her on the bed. “I love you Bryn. I wanted you to know.”

“You’re not practicing a line? Trying out something new for the photographers?”

“What? No. I’d never do that to you. I love you, Bryn. You. Not as a character. Not as a fake girlfriend. I love you, Bryn Bright. Just as you are.”

She stares at me another moment before launching herself at me. Her whole body is shaking as she squeezes me so tight I feel like I might lose all my breath. But I don’t. Instead I hold her just as tight, laughing with her as she begins to laugh-cry.

“Why are you telling me this now?” She asks, her voice muffled from the arch of my neck. “Isn’t this too fast?”

“Fuck fast. I wanted to tell you today because I couldn’t wait another moment not sharing how I felt. I know we’ve had a rollercoaster of a relationship but wasting another second pretending isn’t in me. I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend or whatever. I want us to be the real deal. I also wanted you to know my feelings before we looked at the rating for the show. No matter what, I’m yours.”

“Oh my God! The ratings! The first two episodes have been live for hours!” She tries to turn and reach for her phone but I stop her and drag her back onto my lap.

Gently grabbing her cheeks between my thumb and pointer finger, I direct her attention back to me. There’s humor in her eyes. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Toying with me.

“Tell me what I want to hear Princess. The ratings can wait.”

With a brilliant smile, she grips my shoulders and leans forward for a long, claiming kiss.

“I love you too, Henrik Westwyld.”

“Fuck yes you do. Now let’s make it official,” I joke, pushing her onto her back and throwing the sheet away from her chest.

“Wait!” She cries out in a laugh. “Wait, Henrik. We really need to check the ratings. You can ravish me afterward.”

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