Page 38 of Keeping Skylar (Fractured Hearts #1)

Skylar

Heath and I got back from the restaurant a little while ago.

The silence between us is heavy, almost suffocating, as if saying Kaden’s name out loud might somehow summon him into this very room.

Things are still a little intense, and all I want is to just cling on to what’s left of my birthday . .. before everything went to shit.

On the way to the apartment, I kept reassuring Heath that I was okay.

He didn’t say much—just held my hand tightly, his eyes darting between me and the road, wearing that anxious, worried look like he was bracing for me to fall apart at any moment.

I could feel the storm of questions brewing inside him, but decided to keep buried, instead.

We’re sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, where some old Jackie Chan movie plays in the background—though neither of us is really watching. Our minds are clearly elsewhere. Just as I work up the nerve to break the tension and ask what he’s thinking, Heath beats me to it.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks quietly.

“Everything and nothing, all at once, if that makes any sense.”

He nods slowly, then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. With a heavy sigh, he looks up at me, concern etched across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? ”

“I’m fine, really. Just a little shaken by how the night ended. But I’m glad I got to say what I needed to. He knows now that our marriage is over ... and that I’m finally moving on.”

He forces a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and a pang of guilt tugs at my chest. Kaden had succeeded in casting a shadow over the rest of our night and it makes me so damn mad at him.

Heath’s gaze is downcast, lost in thought, the weight of the evening still lingering between us.

Eager to lift the heavy mood, I rise from the couch and step in front of him, pausing just between his knees.

His hand slips inside the slit of my dress, his touch slow and gentle as his palm glides along my exposed leg.

The warmth of his skin against mine sends a ripple of goosebumps across my body, and my eyes flutter shut. A soft moan escapes my mouth. When I open them again, his gaze clings to me—intense and unflinching.

As I stare into his piercing blue eyes, I see everything he’s been holding back: worry, anger, fear, sorrow ... all tangled with a raw vulnerability he’s never shown anyone but me.

I cradle his face in my hands, holding his gaze. “Thank you for everything tonight. I haven’t felt this happy in such a long time. Even with Kaden showing up, this is still one of the best nights I’ve had ... and it’s all because of you.”

His smile is faint but real, and I see the tension in his shoulders slowly begin to ease.

His hands grip the back of my thighs, pulling me in between his legs, his forehead resting tenderly against my stomach.

I thread my fingers through his hair, soothing, grounding us both, and his eyes fall shut.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect for you, Skylar,” he murmurs, his voice deep and raspy.

“I’m sorry I lost control ... sorry I made you worry.

You didn’t deserve that. I just ... ” He pauses, his breath warm against my skin.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of him hurting you again . .. or even upsetting you.”

“Heath, you made my birthday unforgettable. It was everything I could’ve wished for—and so much more,” I whisper, pulling back just enough for our eyes to meet.

The moment stretches between us, tender and electric, and I finally gather the courage to say the words I’ve been holding onto since our first kiss.

“Let me show you ... just how grateful I am for everything you do.”

I gently press my hands to his shoulders, guiding him back against the couch. He leans into it without protest, legs parted, and his hands resting on his thighs. He stares back at me, steady and patient, silently inviting me to make the next move.

Standing before him, I reach for the zipper at my side and slowly pull it down, the metallic sound cutting through the air. Heath’s eyes stay locked on me, following every motion with a quiet intensity, like he’s memorising every curve and every inch of exposed skin.

I shuffle out of my dress, kicking it to the side until I’m standing in front of him with only a black strapless bra and thong.

“Fuck,”he whispers under his breath, the word coming out low and strained. His Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow, and the simple movement alone is enough to make me orgasm. His hungry gaze roams over my almost bare body, sending a rush of heat across my skin.

“Now it’s your turn, baby,” I tease, flashing him a seductive smile.

He smirks, rising slowly until he’s right in front of me. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly peels off each layer of clothing until only his black briefs remain—snug against the hard lines of his strong, sculpted body.

I bite my bottom lip, drinking in the sight of him in all his glorious form.

Now that he stands an inch away, nearly bare, I study the intricate tattoos that cover his skin—a striking blend of symbolic designs and meaningful quotes that weave across his entire torso, each one telling a different story.

When my eyes drift just below his waist, I catch the unmistakable outline of his erection beneath his briefs. He must notice me staring, because his hand suddenly goes over it, stroking and squeezing, in slow, controlled movements.

Not wanting to waste another minute, I kneel in front of him and slip my fingers into the waistband of his briefs.

With a gentle tug, I ease them down along his legs, his impressive length instantly springing out.

He kicks his briefs aside, joining the pile of clothes on the cold hardwood floor.

I tilt my head up, and our eyes lock—his gaze hooded and smouldering with heat and desire.

Grabbing his hard cock, he begins stroking it again, as if warming himself up for me.

Everything about Heath’s body is a work of art—magnificent, striking and utterly breathtaking.

He’s certainly the biggest I’ve seen, maybe nine inches, with an impressive, thick girth.

The sheer size of him is a wicked promise—a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that’s waiting to unravel me.

“Heath, I don’t think I can fit that all the way in,” I admit.

A sinful grin spreads across his face. Yeah, he knows he’s got the goods. As I inch forward, Heath immediately drops his hand from his cock the second mine takes over. I maintain the same rhythm he had before, causing him to groan with each powerful stroke.

After a few minutes, I pause, replacing my hand with my mouth.

The instant my warm lips and tongue close around his shaft, his eyes flutter shut, releasing a deep growl that sends shivers down my spine.

Gripping his thighs, I tease and devour his hard cock, inch by inch, while he fists my hair, urging me to take him deeper.

Our eyes connect once more, and that’s when he loses it. He begins thrusting inside my mouth faster and deeper, pounding the tip of his cock into the back of my throat, occasionally making me gag.

“Breathe through your nose, baby. Relax your throat,” he instructs me. I do as he says and focus on relaxing my throat, breathing air through my nose until he’s sliding all the way in with ease.

My saliva coats his hard length and balls, tears spilling down the sides of my cheeks as he fucks my mouth with relentless intensity.

“Baby, I’m going to need to stop before I end up coming all over that beautiful face of yours,” he pants as I slowly pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He helps me to my feet, and the moment we’re face to face again, I give him a playful push, sending him tumbling back onto the couch with a soft thud.

He sits and watches me with his hand lightly stroking his dick, as I slowly strip off my bra and thong.

The moment I’m completely naked in front of him, a deep, agonised groan escapes his lips, like the sight of me is both pleasure and torment for him.

“Duchess, are you trying to fucking kill me?” He bites his bottom lip, his lustful gaze trailing slowly over every curve of my body.

I climb onto his lap—my knees on either side of his thighs. I’m about to lower myself onto his cock, when he grips my hips firmly, holding me in place.

Suddenly, he drops his forehead on my chest. “I don’t have a condom on me,” he murmurs, his voice laced with disappointment and a hint of frustration.

I tilt his head up so that he’s looking at me. “I got tested as soon as I learnt about Kaden’s affair. I’m clean and still on the pill.”

He gives a small smile. “I’ve never had sex without protection before and I get tested regularly as a precaution. I’m clean too.”

With nothing holding us back, Heath slowly guides me down onto his thick, hard cock until he’s completely sheathed inside me, both of us letting out a breathy groan at the same time.

Gripping the back of the couch, I roll my hips along his length, instantly feeling my pussy stretch to accommodate his size.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And dripping wet,” he growls, his hands cupping my arse roughly.

I lean down and slam my lips to his, kissing him hard and deep until we’re both breathless and gasping for air. My fingernails dig into the polyester, almost piercing right through the fabric as I bounce on his lap.

Heat builds up in my core with every hard thrust, the sensation making my eyes roll and my pussy weep. He feels so good inside me.

When Heath’s mouth clamps over my nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud, I cry out in pleasure from the slight pain.

“Heath, I’m so close,” I whimper.

He grips my waist and takes full control, impaling himself deeper inside me.

When he senses my body getting close to the edge, he flips us over, where I’m lying on my back and he’s now on top of me. He pins my knees down against my chest, spreading me wide open as he shoves his dick all the way back in, causing me to gasp out loud.

“You’re so goddamn wet, it’s making me lose my mind.

” Heath fucks me like a savage, each thrust more powerful and relentless than the one before.

It’s as if he’s possessed. The sensation is almost unbearable—blissfully intense and overwhelming.

I grip his arms for support, needing something solid to keep me grounded.

As soon as he circles his thumb on my swollen clit, it’s then that I explode. A scream rips from my lips as I come undone, my body quaking beneath the force of a blinding, all-consuming orgasm.

“Fuck, baby! You’re soaking me.” Heath groans as he watches his cock slide in and out of my drenched pussy.

As I ride out my release, he pins my arms above my head and continues hammering into me like he’s fucking me into another lifetime.

Sex with Heath is literally earth-shattering.

It’s far from vanilla. It’s rough, wild and dangerous.

Dangerous in a sense that leaves your pussy feeling destroyed or deliciously sore for days.

His thrusts increase speed and I feel him getting close. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum. I’m fucking cumming, baby!”

Next minute, his head whips back, and a low, guttural roar escapes his throat as he empties his seed deep inside me.

And just because I can, I clench my walls around his cock, making sure to milk every last drop.

“Woah, fuck! I’m so sensitive.” He breathes out, his body jerking from the sensation before collapsing on top of me.

After a few steadying breaths, Heath lifts himself onto his forearms, his eyes holding mine as he catches the devious smile tugging at my lips. “You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” he murmurs, before pulling me into another kiss, this one more heated, more possessive.

As his gaze falls to my wrists and the red marks that seem to be brightening by the second, his expression shifts, a frown knitting his brow. “Did I hurt you?” he asks with genuine concern in his voice.

I shake my head and smile. “No. You were perfect,” I reassure him, as I run my thumb along his swollen lips.

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay, that’s good to hear.” He lowers himself again, resting his face gently in the crook of my neck. “Want to join me for a shower?” he whispers, his voice soft, almost teasing.

I nod, and he gently pulls out of me before rising slowly to his feet. The moment I’m upright, he cups my arse and lifts me with ease, my arms and legs locking tightly around him as he carries us towards the bathroom.

Once in the shower, Heath steps us into the stream of steaming water, the heat cascading all over our bare skin. It instantly soothes our aching muscles, drawing soft moans from our lips as we melt into each other, unwilling to break the closeness just yet.

Without even realising it, I’m moaning softly into his ear, causing his cock to harden once more between my legs. Suddenly, I’m being pinned against the tiled wall, his lips crashing into mine in a deep, hungry kiss, one that steals all the air from my lungs.

Slowly, he guides his cock inside me, only this time with a little more tenderness than before. He spends the next several minutes making love to me, and it’s just as thrilling as when he’s pounding me hard.

Doing what he does best, Heath brings us both to a mind-blowing climax for the second time tonight, leaving us weak and boneless yet thoroughly satisfied.

After our shower and lovemaking session, we dry off and head into my room, slipping beneath the covers, still naked. The moment my head hits the pillow and his arm wraps tightly around me the rest of the world falls away.

That night, I sleep more soundly than I have in a very, very long time.