Page 50 of Savage Hearts

Before I was trapped in my own grief that I’d lost the connection to my twin, but lately I felt it in my bones that she was still out there, and I wasn’t about to give up that hope—not again. Shaking my head, I turned toward the door and paused.

“I thought you were a better man than this. You didn’t strike me as a man who’d give up on my sister, Alex. When she comes back, she’ll be different, of that I have no doubt. That’s when she’s going to need your strength. Are you going to just sit there and let your grief pull you under, or are you going to get your ass out of that chair and be the man she’s going to need?”

I stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind me. I understood him better than he realized, but until he got through his thick head that my sister was going to need him more than everwhen, notif, she got home, I was done dealing with him. He was going to have to figure it out on his own. I just prayed he would.

“I take it he didn’t want to hear what you had to say.”

Beckett’s voice washed over me like a calming blanket. My head turned toward where he stood in the hallway, propped against the wall. Running to him, I launched myself into his arms, nearly taking him to the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist as my lips peppered him with kisses.

“I missed you too, Butterfly.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he dragged my lips to his.

A torrent of emotion burst free, and I broke, sobbing against him as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

“Hey, I’m here. Don’t cry.”

Extracting myself from his hold, I looked him in the face and held his gaze.

“I’m just happy you’re here. I couldn’t bear losing you too, Beckett. Not now… not when I just got you back.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He carried me through the hallway into our room and shut the door.

“Where’s Emilia?”

“Catarina has her. She knew we needed some time alone. You want me to go get her?” Beckett paused, waiting for my reaction.

“No. I need you, Beckett.”

He moved to the bed and laid me down. His hands ran up and down my arms as he held my gaze.

“Marry me, Butterfly.”

Freezing beneath him, I stared into his eyes. “What?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Marry me. Say you’ll be mine. Say we can be a family. Say I can love you for the rest of my life, because if I can’t, this life isn’t worth living. You’re it for me, Butterfly.”

Wrapping my arm around his neck, I pulled his mouth to mine.

“Yes,” I murmured against his lips. “I love you, Beckett.”

His fingers clasped the hem of my shirt, pushing it up and forcing me to raise my arms. Tossing the cotton top to the floor, his lips pressed kisses against my flesh. With nimble fingers, he unclasped my bra and shoved the material off my body, so he could capture my nipple in his mouth. My back arched as he sucked the pebbled tip, swirling the tender flesh with his tongue. Needing to feel his skin on mine, I tore at his shirt, demanding him to shed the fabric so I could feel his body against me.

Breaking away, Beckett pushed up onto his knees between my legs and stripped off the offending material. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my leggings and pulled them down as he eased off the bed onto his feet. Once I was completely naked, I watched as he flicked open the button to his pants and shoved them to his feet. His cock sprung free, bobbing against his belly as he gripped it with his fist.

“Like what you see, Butterfly?”

My eyes traced his hand as he moved it from base to tip. As his thumb swiped at the bead of cum glistening at the tip, he stalked toward me. The muscles in his arms flexed as he let go of his dick and climbed onto the bed above me. His mouth covered mine in a kiss that stole my breath. My legs wrapped around his back, pulling him down. The need for him to be inside me was almost as strong as my need to breathe. As though he was made for me, his cock slid between my folds, burying him deep inside me.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as he pushed up on his elbows and peered between us. “I love seeing my cock inside you.”

I clawed his skin as he pounded into me, marking every inch of me as his. Gripping my leg, he pushed it up as he changed the angle of his thrusts, giving me what I needed to push me over the edge. I cried out, careening over the edge of pure bliss as my walls tightened around his shaft.

“Celestina.” Beckett groaned out my name as the muscles in his neck tightened.

His thrusts became erratic as his cock swelled inside my body. My cries of pleasure tugged him over the edge. The heat of his orgasm filled my womb as his seed spilled inside me. Collapsing over me, he rolled to his side and pulled me against him.

Snuggling against his side, I traced the ridges of his muscles.

“Were you serious?”

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