Page 84 of Butterfly

“Right. When I say, ‘spend time together,’ I actually mean me shagging you.”

She bursts out laughing. “You’re serious.”

“Bloody am. I have needs, darling.”

“I’ll ask Tyler.”

My enthusiasm is doused. “He won’t let you go.”

“He will. He isn’t a merciless man.”

I’m not sure about that.

By the time we arrive home, I’m so bloody on fire, I barely have the patience to open the front door and close it, like a civilised human being. Dart rushes past me to get to his favourite bedding and toys. I hold Sienna’s hand and lead her upstairs, climbing the stairs two steps at a time.

“You seem impatient.” Amusement laces her voice.

“I’ve waited long enough for this moment.” I gather her in my arms and rush towards my bedroom as she giggles. Hell, that sound. “I had to behave in my mum’s house—”

“Shagging me in the pantry meansbehaving?”

“—but enough is enough. My bollocks are exploding.”

“Oh, that’s so romantic.”

“Sod romantic. I’ll be romantic later after I’ve fucked the daylights out of you. I’ll be the most bloody romantic man of your life.”

She blushes and giggles. Not for long. Soon, she’ll be screaming my name.

Her coat, scarf, and boots drop to the floor in a flash. I must’ve beaten a Guinness record for undressing a woman. Between kisses and bites, I take off her jumper and trousers while pulling off my shirt. Golden strands of hair fall around her when I tug at the ponytail holder. Her hands explore my body tentatively, pausing over my abs and chest muscles. Each touch sends a bolt of energy through me and ignites the blood flowing to my cock.

The lacy bra she’s wearing leaves the top of her breasts bare, and her nipples push against the fabric. I give her precisely twenty seconds of calm exploration of my body—all I can manage—before I unhook her bra and remove her knickers. With my mouth locked over hers, I gently lay her on the bed so as not to hurt her sore shoulder. Despite the fact that the raging desire is shredding my insides into pieces, I take a moment to appreciate her beauty, running my hands over her silky skin and hard pink peaks. With each deep breath she takes, her body arches, pushing her breast into my palm.

Her hair is loose and spread around her head like a golden halo, a contrast compared to her pink lips, which are the same colour as her taut nipples and tender flesh between her legs. Every time I caress her, she moans and bites her bottom lip, her eyelashes fluttering down. My erection gives a twitch, answering her sounds. When she puts her hand on my arse and urges me to come closer, I can’t wait anymore. Propping myself on my elbows, I slide inside her. Hell, she’s sweet and tight, but so wet that I can easily enter her. The more I bury myself deep in her, the more she flushes, her breath feathering my neck. When she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, my cock nearly explodes with need. I have to thrust back and forth, or I’m going to die. I can’t take it slowly. My hips find a fast rhythm on their own until I’m pounding inside her like a bloody animal. Shit. Next time, I’ll be gentler. But not now.

Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me deeper. I grit my teeth against the onslaught of pleasure, begging my body to resist for a few more minutes, but she’s gripping me with too much strength. Her scent is driving me crazy, and her inner muscles are milking me so hard, my balls tighten.

I shout when I come, spasms shuddering through my body. Dammit. My performance didn’t last long. Holding my biceps, she rolls her hips and lets me ride my orgasm.

I slip a hand between us and rub her while staying inside her. My erection is still hard enough. She squirms underneath me, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up. I take one into my mouth, sucking hard, feeling her nipple hardening against my tongue. When she shivers and my name leaves her lips in a scream, I keep rubbing her.

She takes my whole length, meeting my thrusts one by one. Soon she’s wriggling again, and tension is building up within me. I tongue her nipples and rub her, speeding up. She spasms around me again, her hands finding my shoulders, and I allow myself to come again. It’s at that moment that her large sapphire eyes meet mine. As we share our breaths and our bodies are joined together, the connection with her is like a vine gripping my heart. I brush her hair from her face, and she leans against my touch. Something warm is growing in my chest, threatening to explode in a ball of emotions.

I’m not one of those buggers who collapse on top of their lovers when they finish. But I can’t keep myself up. After I kiss her, I roll off her and curl around her, pressing her ruined back against my chest.

“I love you,” I whisper so low that I’m not sure she hears me.

She turns around and takes my face in her hands, her solemn eyes on me. “I loveyou.”

I didn’t realise how badly I wanted to hear that until she said it. Grinning like an idiot, I hug her and press her breasts against me, happy and at peace with the world.

Twenty-eight

Sienna

A FILM SET is essentially chaos. Not even an organised one. That’s what I learned in the past week by staying next to Alex when he was shooting the second season ofPaladins of Shadows.

To be honest, after the first thrill of watching how a film was shot, the set became rather dull. There’s a lot of ‘you must rush’ and then ‘you must wait’ with little action in between. Pretty much like being in a traffic jam. Thank goodness Alex doesn’t have to kiss anyone for now.

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