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“Hate sex can be intense. And with the way you and I feel about each other, I might actually kill you with pleasure.”
“I hope this solidified it in your brain that this isn't stopping anytime soon,” he growls against my lips. My eyes go wide but I don't say anything. “I'm serious,” he growls, nipping my lower lip. “Stop running from me.”
“You're mine,” I growl against her lips. “Your pleasure belongs to me
I would pick her every second of every day and every week. Because I'm completely, desperately in love with her. “FUCK!” I scream in frustration. I let loose a barrage of punches on the heavy bag.
And I realize in this moment that somewhere along the way I fell in love with Tristan West.
“Because,” I choke on a sob, my heart breaking for what feels like the millionth time, “I’m in way too fucking deep, Tristan. I can't go a single minute without missing you so much that it hurts. It feels like my heart is being shredded in my chest every time I even hear your name, and I can’t ever catch my breath. I can’t breathe, Tristan.”
“I didn't expect it to happen like this, so it took me a while to understand what I was feeling, but… I love you. I just didn't know it until you left.”
And if I counted correctly, I think it took us 5 rounds of sex to fall in love.”
