Page 50 of Siren's Heart

Fuck. I can't take my eyes off him–his flushed face, the crease between his eyebrows, a small mark where I dug my fingernail into his shoulder. I want a picture of him like this, and hang it right above my bed.

Once the shuddering stops and he catches his breath, his arms lock around my middle, and he shuffles the two of us around until his back is on the couch and I'm laying on top of him, still connected.

Feeling him soften in me is weird, but standing up just isn’t an option.

"You're amazing," I whisper against his throat and unsuccessfully try hiding my yawn against his skin, making his whole body tremble with laughter.

"You're amazing." He presses his lips against my forehead. "So fucking incredible."

In lieu of an answer, I press my lips against his skin. God, suddenly, I'm so fucking tired. And then I fall asleep, right on him, with him and the condom still inside me.

Luca

Millie's happy giggle echoes against the bleak hallway walls of the stadium as I pull her through the backstage labyrinth, her small hand fitting perfectly into mine. I still can’t believe this is actually happening. Our first time plays in my head over and over again. It’s all I think about in quiet moments. Last night I even fucking dreamt of her lips around my cock.

After I finally got to be inside her, she spent the night at my place, and we spent the whole time cuddling and kissing, touching each other whenever possible.

God, I know I’ll grow addicted to the feeling of being inside her. She fit around me perfectly, looking like all the dreams I never knew I had come true the way she rode my cock. I wanted to spend the whole night buried inside her, but the way she winced with every movement after I pulled out of her–not going to lie, kind of a turn-on, but I also felt really bad.

I hated to see her leave in the morning to drive home and get changed for her day. We really need to start planning better and start bringing spare clothes on our dates for impromptu sleepovers.

After that day, both of us got busy again, and now it’s already Monday, and my fingers are itching with the need to touch her, feel her smooth skin and soft curls under my fingertips. There is just no way I can go another day without kissing her.

"Where are we going?" she asks in whispered excitement, squeezing my hand for a second.

I stop and peek around the next corner, spotting an open door at the end of the hallway. "Somewhere I can have you to myself,” I pull her after me. “I need a minute alone with you and tank a bit of Sunshine."

"Only a minute?" She shakes her head, amused, but follows me diligently. From the corner of my eye, I see an adorable blush tinting her makeup-free cheeks.

“Maybe two. Or thirty-three,” I admit with a chuckle as I take a look inside the open door and–jackpot. An empty room. I pull her inside, kicking the door shut as soon as she steps through it, and immediately crowd her against the grey-painted wood.

"Hi," she breathes against my throat, her eyes jumping between my eyes and my lips.

"Hi," I echo and plant my hands beside her head. She blushes, gnawing at her lip, an adorable dimple on her cheek telling me that she’s fighting a smile. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she whispers and immediately melts against me, laying her hands against my chest, one of them right above my heart, softly digging her fingers into the fabric of my hoodie.

For a moment, our eyes meet, and with a heavy sigh, all tension seeps out of my body. She’s here. She’s mine. God, will that thought ever stop making me smile?

Probably not. I hope not.

I don't even realize that our faces gravitate towards each other, and just like magnets, over the last millimeters, we snap into place as our lips meet, and within this one moment, all starts to feel right in the world, my heart thundering against my ribs.

God. The effect this woman has on me.

She sighs into the kiss and melts against me. Not even a sheet of paper would fit between the two of us as I conquer her mouth, teasing her tongue, one of my hands now buried in her hair, strands tangled around my fingers at the back of her head.

Millie returns the kiss with just as much fervor, her hands now in my hair, tugging me closer as she loses herself in the kiss. Fuck. I could spend all day holed up in this stuffy room if that meant I could kiss her. And if we continue, I’m going to have to, unless I want to walk around with a hard-on.

Way too soon, voices from the hallway end the magical moment, and I break the kiss. She lifts her hand, trying to hide her rosy cheeks from me, but I'm not having that. Prying them away from her face, I keep them in mine as the both of us catch our breaths, then lift her wrist to press my lips into her palm.

"I needed that," I murmur, feeling way better than before we got here. Butterflies assault my stomach when I see her small nod of agreement.

"You look like you got ravaged," she giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she nods at my hair. "Let me fix it."

I lean down a bit so she can reach it easier and let go of her hands. By coincidence, this position brings me face-to-face with her cleavage. It doesn't help that she's wearing only a top right now, and I can totally look down her collar. Which I am absolutely not complaining about. Quite the opposite, actually.

Our make-out session definitely woke my cock up, but peering down her shirt? It’s wide fucking awake, I'm rock-hard. And as much as I want to, I'm not doing anything about that as long as I'm at the stadium. That much self-control I have. Barely, but I do.

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