Page 128 of The Twisted Beats

“Never.” I press up and take his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it.

He moans and grinds into me. I spread my legs apart farther and tilt my hips up, telling him exactly what I want.

I love him and there’s not a person alive that could convince me that because I’m young it’s not as passionate or meaningful. They don’t know shit because I’d give my life for him.

One look at his lean, muscular chest and arms sends butterflies through my stomach. I run my palms over him, and a smile grows.

“You’re the hottest man alive.” I press my lips against his.

He kisses me harder. The excitement builds between us.

His hand massages one of my breasts as he weaves the other into my hair. I reach between us and take his shaft in my grasp, using the crown of it to rub around my clit.

He groans. “Lily, you’ve got the best touch.”

My pulse races as I get myself off using him as my personal tool. He rolls over, taking me with him.

He grips my hips. “Ride me.”

I straddle him and slide down his length, quaking as he stretches me open. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.” He rocks me back and forth as he thrusts in and out. “I love you, Livianna Grace. Forever.”

His loving stare and his words go straight to my soul. I lean over and kiss him like it’s the first and last time I’ll ever get the chance.

He holds the back of my head as he picks up his rhythm. The position we’re in gives me the perfect stimulation. I whimper into his mouth with my core tightening.

He pulls away. “Come for me.”

I sit up and glide over him as he finds my clit. Within a few strokes, I lose myself to another world. Fireworks explode like the finale on the Fourth of July in my head.

He wraps his arms around me and brings me to his chest, pumping wildly in and out of me. He grunts and hismuscles tighten.

“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come, Lily.” He releases his cum into me with powerful pulses so strong I can feel them deep inside and around all my walls.

My heart grows warm as my love for him spreads throughout my body. We come down from our high, catching our breath as we lie naked in each other’s arms. I roll off to his side, still snuggled into him.

He runs his fingertips over my sliced wrists. “Why do you cut yourself?”

My stomach empties and I hide my eyes. “I feel better when I do.”

“How so?”

“It’s like I have this anxiety that takes over me. Thoughts race in my head, telling me all the bad things I’ve ever done.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been so bad you think you should hurt yourself.”

My mind hooks ontoher. “I have a dark side, Callum. It’s pitch-black.”

“I think we all have that.”

“I don’t know. The things I’ve done…” I shift to release the stabbing in my heart. “Not many people have done what I have.”

“We all have a good and a bad side, Lily.” He trails his fingertips along the cuts. “You know how you told me you call me Callum because that’s who you see me as?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I call you Lily because you’re my gorgeous flower. But there’s something I bet you don’t know about lilies.”