He mutters something about not going to be able to last long, but no words really capture my attention right now. Especially when he starts his rhythmic, rocking motion. Each thrust seems to get even deeper as he pulls back and surges forth. And every time he does it, my girly cries get louder.
I've lost control of my body, my sounds, my volume... everything. I'm his to do with as he pleases, because I truly belong to him.
He tugs my hair, making my head fall back so that he has the perfect angle to kiss me, while his body continues to rule mine, offering nothing but ecstasy. Kissing becomes impossible when my breaths evolve to be erratic and harsh, so I break it off, reveling in his touch as my body writhes beneath him.
The tightening inside me is almost painful in the best possible way. A myriad of emotions and sensations pass through me at once, driving me into the land of divinity as my release comes out epically.
Stars. There really are fucking stars. And the explosions behind my eyelids are announced by my completely foreign scream—a sound I didn't even know I was capable of.
Dane thrusts inside me hard one last time, stilling himself within me as a grunt slides through his lips, followed by a breath of reverence. When he drops to my body, his breaths coat my ear with the sound of hard labor. I'm torn between laughing and crying. Neither are appropriate, but I choose laughter.
He raises up as the bubbling sound slithers free, and he tilts his head, looking a little wounded.
"I really don't know how I did anything funny just then."
That only makes me laugh harder as I wrap my arms around him. So sad. I'm too young to be so crazy.
"You didn't do anything funny," I say through the delirious chuckles.
"I can tell," he mumbles dryly, acting offended.
His brow scrunches in confusion as he adjusts his weight, moving off me just barely, but still keeping me beneath him. My uncontrollable laughter continues, confusing him more.
I honestly think that thread of sanity has just snapped.
"That was... um... wow," I finally say, still giggling a little. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
His smile forms, and he shakes his head while pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You realize this means you're mine. You just sealed the deal."
I'm his. This is surreal.
"And you're mine," I murmur with my goofy grin still spreading, pulling him back down by the neck.
Even though we try to kiss, our stupid smiles make it impossible. Dane Sterling is mine.
Chapter 11
DANE
Waking up with Rain's naked body wrapped around me has always been a fantasy of mine. This morning, it's real.
Her blonde hair is splayed across my chest, arm, and pillow, and she's wound around me as tightly as she can get. I'm almost positive this stupid grin of mine is never going anywhere.
She mumbles something in her sleep about children, and then she whimpers, but she breathes me in and settles back into me peacefully almost just as quickly. Her lips look so soft in the mornings, and I happen to know they're just as soft as they look. I could have spent the night pretending we were teenagers.
There's always today.
That thought makes my ridiculous grin grow even bigger.
A scraping sound draws my attention to the door, and the trail of debris we left behind last night springs to mind. I need to get it cleaned up before Rain wakes up and cuts her foot on something.
Why am I still smiling? It's official. I have perma-grin.
Carefully and quietly, I disentangle myself from the girl I've loved since I was thirteen. She's mine. Finally, after the hell I've gone through for the past six years, she's mine.
I kiss her softly on the lips, keeping it light enough not to disturb her, and I'm rewarded by a smile she doesn't even know she's giving me. I just watch her while pulling on a pair of shorts, praying this isn't some elaborate dream.
Without letting the door make a sound, I slip out and head down the hall. The sound of glass scraping against the tile becomes more distinct as I near the kitchen, and I see a wave of platinum blonde hair as Tria sweeps the floor.
"I'll get that," I say while cautiously watching my steps.
She squeals and jerks around, shocked by my presence. This is my house, so why she's so surprised I'm here is beyond me.
"Sorry," I murmur, my brow cocked in amusement.
She covers her chest with her hand while taking a deep breath.
"I didn't wake you up, did I?" she asks, her eyes moving down the hallway, probably searching for Rain.
"Nah. I always wake up early."
Messing with my coffeemaker is always a task, but this morning, coffee is already brewing.
"D'you crash here last night?" I ask, grabbing three cups from the cabinet.
"Um... yeah. Sorry. I sort of couldn't drive. Rye offered to take me home, but given how... well, I didn't want to risk doing something stupid, so he put me to bed in here instead."