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Chapter 22

Tripp

The bright morning sun filters through the curtains, meeting my eyes as soon as I crack them open. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the remnants of sleep and the vivid memories of last night. But then it hits me—this wasn’t just a dream. I’m really here, waking up in Millie’s bed, with her head resting on my chest, her soft breaths warming my skin.

The realization washes over me like a wave of pure contentment. Last night wasn’t just amazing—it was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Every moment with her felt surreal, like stepping into a dream where everything was perfect. The way she looked at me, the way she touched me, the way our bodies moved in sync—it was as if we were meant to find each other in the darkness.

As I lie there, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath against me, I’m filled with a sense of peace I didn’t know was possible. Last night wasn’t just about passion; it was about connection, something deeper than I’ve ever felt before. I can still feel the echo of our whispered words, the way her hands explored every inch of me, and the way our hearts seemed to beat in unison.

This moment, waking up beside her, feels like the start of something real—something I never want to let go of.

I stare down at her, completely lost in her beauty. Even in sleep, she’s stunning, with her blonde hair splayed across my chest like a halo, her features softened in peaceful slumber. The gentle rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic, and I find myself captivated by the way the morning light dances across her skin, highlighting every delicate feature.

I don’t want to move, afraid that any shift might disrupt this perfect moment. I want to freeze time, to stay here just a little while longer, soaking in the peacefulness that’s so rare and precious. The world outside these walls can wait—right now, all I want is to hold onto this feeling, to memorize the way she looks, the way she feels in my arms. The thought of leaving, of having to face reality, feels almost unbearable. So I stay still, hoping to savor every last second before I need to go, wanting to carry this memory with me for as long as I can.

Millie stirs and I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Soft moans escape her as she begins to stir to life. It’s beautiful, almost as beautiful as her.

Her eyes blink open and she lifts them, staring up at me. My heart slams against my chest as emotions I’ve never felt before surface. This woman has no idea the hold she has on me, even if I do try my damndest to express it in the words I write in my novel. Every word I’ve written has been about her and I admitted that to her last night.

“It wasn’t a dream,” she says, sleep still in her soft voice.

I lean forward and press my lips to hers and smile against her lips. “No, it definitely wasn’t a dream,” I say, rolling us so I’m on top.

She pushes her fingers into my hair as she smiles up at me, stealing my breath. “I think I could get used to waking up next to you.”

I run my hands down her still naked body and reach between her legs. Her back arches as her eyes fall closed.

“Already dripping wet, fuck, little bunny, that’s sexy as hell,” I groan, rubbing my fingers through her wetness. “If you can get used to waking up next to me, you should get used to wake up sex too.” My thumb rubs at her clit as I position my cock at her entrance. I search her eyes, seeking permission.

“Yes, Tripp, please,” she moans.

“Should I get a condom?”

“No, I’m still on the pill,” she says, giggling.

I grin and without hesitation slam into her. “Fuck,” I growl.

“Oh God!” she shouts.

I give her a minute to adjust to my size, but not as long as last night before I start moving. This time I don’t start slow, I can’t. The need I have rushing through my veins makes it impossible.

I drive into her hard and fast, watching her perfect tits bounce with the force.

“Fuck, Millie, I’ll never get my fill. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Her nails dig into my back as we both move, racing toward the release we are seeking. “Tripp, oh God, you do things to me I never imagined.”

I lean forward and suck on her hard nipple while I continue to slam into her. Her moans and cries of pleasure echo around us in the silence of the morning. It’s such a turn on I’m having trouble keeping myself from exploding.

“You feel so good. Your tight pussy feels incredible wrapped around me,” I groan, driving into her.

“I’m so close, how is that possible?” she moans, arching her back.

“Because we’re good together, little bunny. You’re free with me and allow yourself to feel everything. Don’t fight it, give me your release,” I hiss, trying to keep my own at bay.

I reach down and rub her sensitive bundle, pushing at the same time and I feel her tighten around me. She’s right there and damn it’s a powerful feeling knowing I’m capable of getting her there this quickly.

She tosses her head back and digs her nails into my shoulders as I bite down on her hard nipple. “Tripp!”