Chapter - Trigger
Trigger
Rylie didn't say a word; she simply pulled me close and kissed me. I could feel her hands trembling as they ran down my back. “This is all I want,” she whispered in a breath so delicate it seemed to flutter across my ear.
She touched my skin and kissed each scar.
She once asked me how I got them, and I refused to talk about them with her. Rylie decided she wouldn’t ask again; now was not the time. I only wanted to think about this and us.
“We’re not going to wear clothes tonight. That’s the rule.”
“Whose rules?” She whispered.
“Mine,” I said, kissing her neck, then I picked her up. Rylie wrapped her legs around me as I walked us to the bed. “I can’t get enough of you. Rylie, you’re inside me. You’re everywhere. I don’t want this to end. Promise me it won’t end.”
“This will never end,” she whispered.
We made love for hours before we both, exhausted, fell asleep.
I could feel her watching me, wondering if I was sleeping.
She ran her hand down my chest, and I grabbed her wrist. Before she could respond, I pulled her on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her onto her back.
My knee nudged her legs apart, and I stretched out between her thighs, bracing myself on my elbows as I looked down at her flushed face.
I love her. I will always love her. She will be my only and last love.
I could feel her heart racing. Then she went utterly still and waited to see what I would do next. “Don’t let go of me,” she whispered almost inaudibly.
“I won’t, sweetheart. I’ll never let go.”
I could tell she didn’t realize she had spoken out loud.