Page 50 of Psycho Saints

I wanted to be close to him, finally feeling more comfortable than ever before with the three of them. My lips found his in the semi-darkness of his room, and his arms tightened around me. The kiss was a spark, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us, waiting for the right moment to flare up.

His hands were on me, exploring every curve as if it was our first time. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as he rolled me onto my back. His body pressed against mine, the heat of him seeping into my skin, making me crave more.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine in a battle for dominance. I could feel the restraint in his movements, the way he held back to savor every second. It was a sweet kind of torture, one that had me writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

His fingers worked deftly at the buttons of my shirt, peeling away the fabric to reveal the lacy bra beneath. He made a sound of approval low in his throat, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of me. My nipples hardened under his gaze, aching for his touch.

He didn't disappoint. His lips trailed a path down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until I was a panting, trembling mess. He freed me from my bra, his mouth closing over one pebbled peak while his hand teased the other. The sensation was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I fumbled with the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine. He helped me strip it off, our hands momentarily tangling in the process. The sight of his bare chest, all hard muscle and warm skin covered in ink, made my heart race with anticipation.

His pants followed next, and then he was as naked as I was, the evidence of his desire pressing against my thigh. He reached between us, his fingers sliding through my wetness before finding my clit. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking off the bed as he teased me mercilessly.

"Tyrone," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He seemed to understand, positioning himself at my entrance before slowly pushing inside. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him, the sensation of fullness overwhelming in the best possible way.

He stilled once he was buried inside me to the hilt, allowing me to adjust to his size.

Then he started to move, each thrust slow and deliberate. It was different from the frenzied passion we had shared before, the hungry need and displays of dominance. This was tender, a sweet lovemaking that spoke of the bond we were forging, of the promises we had yet to make but already felt.

His eyes never left mine, communicating everything he couldn't say with words. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he made love to me in a way that took my breath away.

I felt cherished, adored. Every kiss, every touch, it showed me the depth of his feelings for me. And when I finally reached the peak, it was with his name on my lips.

"Fuck yes, Tyrone," I moaned as my body trembled with my climax.

He followed me over the edge shortly after, his body shuddering with the force of his release. We lay there in the aftermath, our hearts beating in sync as we clung to each other, unwilling to break the spell that had been cast over us.

Rolling onto his side, he took me with him, our bodies still intimately connected. I nestled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as it slowly returned to normal.

"I… I think I love you, Scarlet," he murmured into my hair, making me freeze.

Love. Was that truly possible right now? With everything we'd gone through? Sure, I felt strongly for all three of them now, but I'd not really said it. I did care for them deeply, but would I go so far as to call it love?

I lifted my head to look at him, my mind a mess.

I wanted to say it back, to show him I cared too, but I didn't want to say it until I was positive that was what I felt.

"You don't have to say it back," he said softly. "Just know that I mean it. The thought of not having you around, of losing you, I can't do it. And that tells me that what I feel is strong."

"I… I think…" I started, and he just smiled.

"It's hard for you to say, which is fine. You chose us, and how things started, love won't be easy for you to give. But I hope it comes, with time."

"You know you're crazy, right? Falling for me so soon?" I said with a soft laugh.

"Some people fall sooner than others. I feel like I recall hearing something about a three month rule or something," he said with a smirk.

"I'm not one of those, it takes time for me," I admitted.

"And that's fine. We're in no rush for such words. You've already agreed to marry us, to be a Silvestri. you're carrying our child. The words themselves are just words. You've shown how you feel for us, how things are growing for you." He stroked my face softly, and I swallowed. I didn't need to say the words; he could see the truth in my eyes.

"Roll over, let me hold you close," he said gently, and I did as he asked, loving how he spooned me so tightly.

"Sleep well, Scarlet. We have a house to hunt down for this family," he said as his hand moved to rest on my stomach, making my throat tighten once more.

No matter what the future held, we would face it together.