Page 65 of Healing Conviction

When they were finally situated with her in his arms, it was stiflingly hot in the close confines of the sleeping bag, but at least his cock had finally settled enough that it wasn’t nearly bursting at the tip anymore. He curled around her body, using his bicep as her pillow and his other arm to lock her in tight against him. Before long, both of their breaths had evened out with sleepy relaxation filtering in.

Before he drifted off to sleep, he traced the shell of her ear, rising and falling along her piercings, and murmured against her head. “Who takes care of you, Pix?”

“You.” It escaped on a sigh, barely a whisper. But he’d heard it and that step in the right direction gave him hope. Soon, the woman who did everything for everyone else would realize she was everything to him.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

“I want everything, Nora. I need all of you.”

“You have me Drake, I’m yours.” Nora rolled her hips on top of him, and he moaned as he palmed her hips and drove up. He moved one hand to massage her clit and couldn’t take his gaze off her while her green eyes shined brightly down at him.

Her smile was genuine, and he knew he was mirroring hers. She bent over him, brushing her lips over his before she whispered. “I want everything, too.”

It was only then that she closed her eyes and met his mouth, diving her tongue inside as he continued to thrust. Her pussy fluttered around his cock and he knew they were both about to come. She licked his lip before sitting back up. Those gorgeous green orbs looked down at him and she spoke through a beautiful, real smile.

“Open your eyes, Drake. See the stars with me.”

“Fuck, Nora.”

Cool air skittered over his thighs and a gentle humming around his cock blurred the dream with reality. He opened his eyes to see their sleeping bag opened up, his sweats down his thighs, and his pixie’s mouth tight around his length.

“Holyfuck, Pix. Goddamn.” He tucked one arm under his head to prop himself up for a better view and knotted his fingers through her silky hair. Drawing her up higher on his cock, he watched as she laved and swirled her tongue around the tip, licking away the precum like it was fucking candy. On her way back down, he massaged her scalp, lightly guiding the pace.

She hummed again, and the gentle vibration made his erection swell, threatening to come already. He pushed his hips up to seek release down her throat and tightened his grip on his fistful of hair.

“I thought you were a dream, baby, but what a fucking wake-up call.” He pulled her hair back to reveal her relaxed face, her eyes closed even though he was nearly choking her. “Were you dreaming of me, too? Is that why you couldn’t wait until I woke up?”

Her smooth, ivory skin never changed its empty expression as he spoke, almost like she hadn’t heard a word he’d said, and his chest squeezed.

Fuck, I can’t take her this way again.

Last night had been about her, so he hadn’t pushed the issue, but every time they’d been together, it was like he had to force her to be in the present. He knew she had a past that still affected her, but did she not trust him? Was it because of her past… or theirs? She’d felt in danger with a man once before, did she think she was in danger with him?

It’s not like I have a great track record of protecting her.

If she didn’t trust him, she couldn’t have possibly forgiven him for failing her. But she had to know it’d be different this time, right? The question made his stomach churn and his desire began to fade as he tried again.

“Was I taking care of you again in the dream, Nora? Did you call out my name like you did last night?”

He’d had to drag it out from her then. Would she ever give him his name freely? Would she ever giveherselffreely?

He shoved inside her throat, making her gag as he surged forward and pulled her back, letting her gasp for air.

“Answer me, baby.” His cock threatened to explode, but her breath was the only reaction he got from her, and his mind was quickly retreating. “Fuckinglookat me, Nora.”

He was practically begging for a reaction from her. To connect with her, but it was like he wasn’t even there. Like he could’ve been anyone. He tugged her hair back and thrust back into her, over and over, despite the fact his dick was beginning to lose its hardness. Frustration and hurt welled within him, and he shoved her down his entire length until her nose was pressed to his pelvis. He held her there, choking her, forcing her to look at him and be present.

She pushed against his thighs and gagged before finally opening her eyes. Need and hunger flashed within the green depths. He dragged her back up his cock, granting her a breath and he felt them both relax before he led her back down.

“Yes, Pix… fuck, I love seeing those gorgeous eyes while your lips are wrapped around my cock. Do you want it in your cunt next?” He pumped gently into her wet mouth, letting her take over the motion again, and she moaned along his shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. I love the way you need me inside you. I can’t keep you waiting for long.”

Her eyes widened, and the hungry expression turned to panic until the emerald stones lost their shine. They became vacant. Detached. Empty.

“Goddamnit,no.” He yanked her off him completely and jerked her arm to him so she had to meet his face as he sat up.

“What?” she sputtered, her eyes blinking back to the present. She choked on her needy breaths before swiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. The passion she’d been missing finally flared back at him in full force. “What the hell, Drake? What’re you doing?”

“Me? What the fuck wereyoudoing? Where were you?”