Page 111 of My Favorite Secret
“You are out of control, you know that?” I press my lips to Harper’s, lifting her off the ground and wrapping her legs around me.
“I’m not out of control. I’m addicted to you. In love withyou. There’s nothing wrong with loving my boyfriend. People should see it.”
Harper’s back arches when I push deeper into her. Considering the mood she’s in, I expect us to fuck hard and fast, but her arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer, holding me like she needs an emotional connection more than a climax.
A delicate moan leaves her lips. When she peers up at me, there’s no haste in her blue eyes. Her gaze is soft and vulnerable, despite the contrasting skeleton makeup.
“I love you,” she speaks the words like they’re sacred. “You are my favorite secret, Felix Blackwood.”
I stop moving and stroke her cheek, impacted by the profound words. The mood has shifted from laughter and reckless public sex to something so incredibly intimate and tender.
“I know you love me too, even if you can’t say the words,” she whispers.
Idolove her.
My throat tightens. Heat spreads through my chest in a nervous manner. Over this last week, the ripple effect of Paul’s attack has heightened my emotions and caused me to do things I never thought I would, like giving into my deepest desires and having Harper at the same time as Tyler. Nearly killing a man for abusing my girlfriend.
For the first time, I feel the urge to tell Harper I love her, even though the words have been true for years.
I’ve opened up to her over these last few months, more than I have with anyone else. But there’s always been one last barrier in place to protect me from the pain I’m so accustomed to feeling from trusted people. It seems like one way or another, theyalwayslet me down.
Looking into her eyes now, the love and devotion I seewithin her gives me the strength to completely lower my guard and let her in all the way.
But she’s high on eclipse.
There’s a chance she won’t remember the confession.
I can’t say it. Iwon’tsay it like this.
Instead, I lean in and brush my lips to Harper’s, telling her the next best thing. “You are my entire world.”
She smiles against my lips, knowing the true meaning behind my words. But these placeholder words aren’t enough. When the eclipse is out of Harper’s system, I’m going to tell her I love her. I’ll never stop saying the words.
Our hips rock together in a slow rhythm. I’m lost in the pure and intimate connection we’re sharing. So overwhelmed by the way she clings to me.
This is love right here.
Whatever I’m feeling, I know she’s feeling it tenfold, being on eclipse.
I commit every detail to memory. The way her eyelashes flutter against her cheekbones, the parting of her lips as she gasps, and the swell of her breasts pressed against my chest. Every inch of her is perfection and she’s mine, body and soul.
“Harper, you are so beautiful,” I grit out, trembling with pleasure as I thrust into her.
She laughs against my ear, the sound so breathy and feminine, so beautifully Harper, that it makes me come instantly.
There’s so much cum that I feel it leak from her pussy. Harper’s laughter turns into a moan. She’s coming with me too, her orgasm clenching my cock and sucking me dry.
I watch her body work through the orgasm. Her spine arches and her head falls back in ecstasy. Her lips part aspleasure unfurls through her, slow and consuming. Absolute perfection.
As the rush of our climax fades, I cradle Harper, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Her heart pounds against mine. Her body is warm and pliant, as always when she peaks.
I pull out of Harper, tucking myself away and resting her against the hedge as I help her get dressed. She watches me with drooping eyelids and a lazy smile, almost falling asleep, she’s so satiated from her orgasm.
The night didn’t turn out as I’d planned. But this version was better.
Knowing Harper is in no state to search for Tyler, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her back through the maze to the house. I’m holding the most precious thing in the world.
She curls up in my arms, drifting in and out of sleep, each time muttering how much she loves me. I kiss her forehead, desperate for the morning to arrive so I can finally tell Harper I love her too.
