Page 62 of Dirty Hearts

My passage quaked and trembled at his entry, and my soul shivered when he began to move inside me again, riding me with the passion of the dark beast inside him. His relentless thrusts rammed into me, rocking my body out of existence, unleashing a storm within me.

I writhed beneath him, moaning and gasping. The sensation of him fucking me sizzled and scorched, and every inch of my body came alive.

I could actually feel it. Every nerve sparking on its own. Every part of me waking up to what I’d missed over the years of being without him. This was us. An advanced version of how we used to be.

How we used to be when he was mine. Anything after that felt forbidden, and we’d both held back. This was us, the true essence of us and all that we felt for each other.

How could I have lived without him for so long? How could I have been with anyone else thinking I could replace him, replace that hole in my heart and fill that void in my soul? Some things were irreplaceable.

That buzz of sexual heat built up again. This time more powerful than before. This time when I came, the orgasm severed me from reality and the passion that flowed between us sent a shockwave through our bodies. I knew he felt it too, and a deep growl slipped from his lips. He gripped my hips tight and gritted his teeth, jackhammering toward his own release, flooding me with the warmth of him.

He slowed to a stop, breathing hard, then collapsed next to me. I moved into his embrace when he reached for me and rested my head on the corded muscles of his chest.

Neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to.

Chapter 15

Claudius

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Ireclaimed her lips, crushing her naked body to me as the light spray of water from the shower sprayed over us.

I didn’t know how long we’d been in here.

I actually didn’t know what day it was. That wasn’t good, because I was pretty certain there was something somewhere I was supposed to be doing.

Whatever it was, I didn’t care.

What I cared about was in my arms. She was in my arms, kissing me back and giggling against my lips.

My Angel Doll.

“What now?” I asked, rubbing my nose against hers when a slight look of concern flickered over her face.

“Do you think we have too much sex?”

“No, we need to have more.” I pressed her against the granite wall and put my hands out either side of her. I just wanted to look at her again to make sure she was real.

Her cheeks flushed, turning that soft rose color as I stared at her. Her wet hair darkened from the water that trickled through it, but it still looked like strands of sunlight to me. Strands of white gold running down the length of her delicate neck and curling up at the ends near her elbows.

Her smooth skin glowed, highlighting her exquisite beauty, and I could have stared at her like this forever.

She stared back but blushed even more and looked away embarrassed. I guided her face back to me.

“Don’t… don’t look away.”

“You’re staring at me, and I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking about how beautiful you are and that I haven’t had you in the jacuzzi yet or the other five rooms in this house.”

She smacked me playfully in my chest, and those long, thick lashes of hers swept down across her high, exotic cheekbones.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I can sleep when I’m dead.”

Her brows lowered. “That’s not funny.”