Page 159 of The Perfect Love

“Fuck, baby.”

A tremble rolls through me at that gravelly tone, and as I look at him, tied up and waiting for me, I can’t hold back anymore. Running my hands up his thighs, I sit up on my knees, then crawl over his legs.

Then I move a little farther up, so I’m hovering right above him.

My body heats as the reality of it all sets in. And the memory of screaming and fighting—

“Baby, look at me.”

Trevor’s voice draws me back to the moment.

“Be here with me. Run your fingers through my hair. Focus on us. On our love. Nothing else can touch that. It’s just us.”

It’s those words, that tether glowing brightly between us as it tugs my soul to his, that makes me sink down onto him, taking everything all at once.

He groans and flexes his hands like he’s desperate to grab something, and I… can barely breathe. But in a good way. The best way. I’m choked up because it’s him. Finally him.

His eyes roll over me, hazy and filled with lust, and I lift my hips, then slide down his length again.

Those intrusive thoughts try to creep in, but this time, the experience around me is so much louder, it drowns them out, and it’s easy—easy—to get lost in Trevor. In us.

Every time I lift my hips and sink back down, he hits deeper, and it drives me crazy. I forgot how incredible it feels. The condom is more like a second skin, so tight to his cock I barely feel it. All I feel is his warmth coming through it. The heat born of pure lust and need.

That’s when I let go and ride him, lost in the sensation of finally having him inside me. The connection that we’ve been building for months, deepening with every stroke. I want more. Need more. More of him. More of us.

“God, you look so good riding my cock, baby. No one has ever made me feel this good. And your beautiful body…” He moans. “You’re perfect.”

I was expecting more dirty talk, but I think I’ve broken him. Not that it’s a bad thing. Trevor is always on. Always worrying, overthinking, or trying to process his trauma—usually more than one at a time. Getting him to truly relax is a challenge, and I’ve never seen him this free before. How utterly lost in pleasure he is makes me even hotter for him.

I’m determined to keep him in that place. And my focus on him keeps me there too. Gone are my fears and worries. There’s only him. Only us.

My abs burn as I ride him, swirling my hips, changing up my pace, going tantalizingly slow until his abs tighten, or so fast he can barely breathe.

My body is on fire in the best way, and with every movement of my hips, my clit rubs against his pelvis. Again and again. Pressure and heat bloom inside me until I’m flying toward the edge.

That’s when I reach up and undo the ties holding his hands.

“Baby?” he rasps.

“I need more. Grab my thighs. I want to feel you. Move with me.”

“Anything you want,” he groans. “Ah, fuck. Wrap your hand around my throat. Not tight enough to choke. Just enough to claim me. Own me. Use me.”

So I do.

I wrap my hand around the side of his neck, my thumb brushing his throat.

“Perfect. So perfect.”

I roll my hips again and again, gasping his name.

Like I was craving, his fingers dig into my thighs, and I know he’s getting closer too. My eyes drop to his face again, and he’s absolutely lost in a world of bliss. As I watch him, a chill rolls up my spine, and I transcend into a dominant goddess, taking what I want and letting myself be worshipped. I’m powerful and uninhibited as I ride him.

His muscles are tight, but his face is slack with pleasure.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close.”

I press my thumb tighter against his neck and whisper the words the guys in romance novels always say.

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