Page 75 of Hearts Held

I slow my breathing, then grab his face. “Yes,” I gasp out, then begin moving to a rhythm only my body knows. Tangling my hands in his hair, the sweet stretch already causing the pressure of an orgasm to build.

“Yes, yes, dove. Take from me,” he pants out, small grunts escaping his lips. “Fuck,” hemutters.

I writhe on top of him, my hips dancing forward and backward, following his moans. Occasionally I push myself off him as he murmurs each curse of pleasure.

Before I know it, my orgasm climbs across my body and I yell my pleasure to the heavens.

Claiming him over and over for what seems to be hours, until my body begins to feel spent from dancing atop him.

I want to continue, but the exertion of this movement is something I have never performed before, and the exhaustion is something I have never felt before.

Suddenly, Everett begins to piston his hips. Then, with his strong palm, he presses softly on my abdomen, causing me to lie back.

“Am I not doing it right?” I pant.

“No, dove.” His hand slides toward the underside of my breast, caressing it ever so carefully. His index finger encircles my nipple, causing it grow taut.

“You are doing so well riding my cock that I need to reward you.” His eyes glint in the candlelight, irises aglow. I catch my breath as he looks unreal, godlike.

Lightly grasping one hip in his free hand, he splays his legs out on either side of me and his feet make purchaseat the end of the wooden bed frame. He slowly rocks into me, then begins gaining speed.

“Wrap your feet around my back.” I do as he orders, causing him to move deeper inside me. My lips let out a gasp as the pleasure unfurls; my toes curl and my sight goes blurry.

“That’s it, dove, take it, take the pleasure I’m giving you.”

I feel his hand slide down my breast, his fingertips dancing across my stomach, taking in the feel of my skin, almost like he is soaking it in. His thumb joins in the caress as he slowly glides in and out, the sound of our bodies joining causing my arousal to spike. A pressure develops deep inside my soul.

His thumb softly moves over my belly button, then lower, and lower. Reaching my clit.

A sensation I never want to get used to.

My body jolts at the slow, prestigious circling of his thumb graze my clit perfectly, making pleasure resound in my voice. My moan doesn’t cease as he picks up the pace ofhis hips.

I can feel my eyes begin to roll toward the back of my head from the undeniable sensation, everything overstimulating my body.

“Eyes open,” his voices gravels.

My body begins to shake, the ever-growing ache within me threatening to turn into an inferno. Everything is pulled taut.

“I said eyes on me, dove,” he growls.

I’m panting, pleading that my eyes will cooperate. My lashes flutter, my eyes doing their best to respond, slowly bringing him back into clear view.

He is so handsome, so delectable, his predatory gaze locked onto me. I am his to devour. The angles of his face casts small, artistic shadows across his perfect features. As he stares down at me, my pussy clenches, causing an intense orgasm. I see the tension of his abs as he works his cock inside me, stretching to accommodate himself. The scars on his body are slightly illuminated. Only a small portion can be seen; they look remarkable, like a painted pattern of lightning, symbolic of his powering spirit.

Then something deep inside me rumbles as another orgasm causes my body to combust.

I am his to devour, as he is mine.

Chapter 24: Brielle

Make It Rain, Ed Sheeran

Terrible screams erupt around me as artillery can be heard from afar.

Too many times.

Too many bodies.