Page 144 of Beautiful Trauma
As his other hand cupped and massaged my other breast, he kept teasing and sucking my nipple. I threw my head back as I arched into him. “Please. I need you inside me.”
With a nod, Kellan rose off of me to ease his sweatpants down his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his erection bobbed free. When he started back onto the bed, I opened my legs wantonly for him.
After he settled himself between them, he rubbed his erection against my wet slit, causing both of us to hiss. With his eyes staring intently into mine, he positioned himself at my opening.
Once he buried himself balls deep, the genuine smile that curved on his lips sent my heartbeat thrumming wildly. A myriad of emotions swirled in his baby blues. “I love you, Mila.”
When I sucked in a breath, he shook his head. “You don’t have to say it now.”
“But I want to.”
“You do?”
Tears pooled in my eyes. “God, yes. I love you so much, Kellan. I think I have since the first night I met you.”
“I feel the same way.”
As he slowly eased out of me, he asked, “What do you love about me?”
I gasped as he rocked back inside me. “Your pierced cock for one.”
He nipped at my throat as he continued thrusting his cock gently into me. “That’s not very romantic.”
With a laugh, I replied, “I’m sorry. I was inspired by your hip action.”
“Do you want to know what I love about you?”
“Yes,” I panted against his hair.
“I love the sounds you make when I’m giving you pleasure.”
Raising my hips in time with his thrust, I rasped, “I love how you give me pleasure.”
Kellan brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. As his tongue rolled with mine, he kept a languid rhythm. I’d never had a man be so gentle or so tender when he was inside me. They hadn’t stared into my eyes. They hadn’t wanted to show me that sex could be so much more with emotions.
They hadn’t truly wanted me.
They’d only wanted the idea of me. My face. My breasts. My body.
Despite knowing all my imperfections, Kellan wanted all of me. He wanted the grief and the trauma and the insecurities.
And I wanted all of him.
Reaching between us, Kellan rubbed lazy eights over my clit. With a shuddering moan, my walls began to flutter with my orgasm. I cried out, arching my hips off the bed. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I repeated.
As I rode out my pleasure, Kellan kissed the top of my forehead, then both of my cheeks, and then the tip of my nose. It was so sweet and so tender.
And then his hips began to buck more furiously as he sought his release. With a groan, he tensed as he spilled himself inside me. Like he had for me, I kissed his forehead and his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
When he finished, he gave me a quick kiss before reaching up to undo my hands. Once they were free, he rubbed them, along with my upper arms, gently to get the blood flowing back.
We didn’t speak. Everything seemed to be said with our actions and our eyes. After Kellan rolled me on my side, he spooned up beside me. “I love you, Mila,” he whispered in my ear.
A sigh of contentment poured from my lips. “I love you, too.”
It wasn’t long before Kellan’s breathing became labored. I knew the exertion, coupled with his pain meds, had knocked him out. As I lay there feeling ridiculously blessed to be loved by this man, the shadows crept in from the corners. They soon overcame me, and my thoughts were turned to wishing I could tell Kira about making love for the first time.
At the thought of her, an ache burned its way through my chest. It was so intense I struggled to breathe. The only way to rid myself of it was to purge the pain, and the only way I could do that was through crying.
