Page 45 of Shattered

“I’m fucking broken. Don’t you know that? If I let you in and you hurt me, I may not recover from that. I barely have a heart left after Katie, I can’t lose any more of it.” Tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I’ve been holding in too much lately. It’s all been building and building and now, it’s finally exploding.

“Shhh.” He pulls me closer, cradling my head to his chest. “I’m not going to hurt you. I want to be with you. From the first time my eyes landed on yours, filled with pain and sadness, I wanted you. I wanted to be the one to make all that disappear. I know what broken looks like, and it’s not you.”

I look up into his blue eyes and see the pain hiding beneath them. He wipes my tears away with his thumbs before moving in slowly for a kiss.

His hot mouth touches mine, and the floodgates open. A rush of emotion washes over me: excitement, fear, desire, maybe even love if I would let myself admit it. But I won’t. Not yet. I can’t.

He’s kissing me softly but deeply. A kiss that sinks into me, reaching even the darkest, most broken parts of me. He’s being so gentle, like he’s afraid I will break. And I just might. Is this worth all the pain and suffering I’d have to go through? The touch of his skin, the feel of his kiss, the emotions he can stir inside of me, is it worth it?

He lies me back, covering my body with his, but he doesn’t put his weight on me. He holds himself up so his hands can softly roam my body, sending shocks through me. His touch almost burns me, it’s so strong and intense.

He breaks our kiss to pull my shirt from my body as he gets up on his knees, hovering over me.

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you were on that stage tonight?” He removes his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. “I wanted you so fucking bad.” His fingers snake beneath my panties as he pulls them from my body. “I would have taken you right there on that stage with everyone watching if you’d let me.” He pushes his pants down over his large erection and my stomach muscles tighten, needing him inside me, needing him to make me forget everything but the way I feel about him. “You had me so fucking worked up. I wanted to beat anyone who even looked at you.” He slams into me, making me call out loudly. The bed moves with his powerful thrust, it hits the wall with a loud bang.

His hands are holding my hips, holding me still as I try to wiggle against him. I need him to move. Already my release is begging to be let free.

He pulls out slowly and pauses. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I practically moan, fisting my own hair, slightly pulling.

He pushes back into me, our skin slaps together as the headboard hits the wall again. “And?” he growls.

“You’re mine!” I scream.

Finally, he pulls out suddenly and slams into me just as quick. But this time, he doesn’t pause or slow. This time, he’s lost control and he pumps into me hard and fast, unable to stop.

Before I know what is happening, he’s rolling us over so I’m on top. “I want to watch you ride me.” There is this rawness about him that makes my stomach clench while my arousal drenches him.

I begin moving up and down his length while watching him. I want to see what I do to him.

“You had me so fucking hard when you were up there with that fuck me look in your eyes. All I could think about was sinking myself deep inside that soaking wet pussy of yours.”

His words do more to me than anything else. Knowing that I teased him and had him so worked up makes my body hum, craving every inch of him. Just from thinking about how turned on I had him causes my orgasm to build inside of me. I call out while he thrusts up from beneath me. His hands squeeze my thighs as I grind against him, bringing me to the tip-top of my release before it shatters and rains down on me.

As I’m riding out every last wave, he quickly rolls me over and pumps into me until he’s shattering right along with me.

He rolls to his back and pulls me against his chest. My hair clings to my sticky skin and I push it away before listening to the deep drum of his erratic heart.

“I am sorry for what I said earlier.”

I feel his head move, trying to see me in the darkened room. “I’m sorry for making you jealous. I didn’t mean to, but when I saw how cute you look when you’re angry, I saw how it drove you to act the way you really wanted, without being held back, I couldn’t help myself. You were free tonight. I saw all your insecurities fall away while you were up there throwing everything on the table.”

I smile and roll to my stomach to see his face. “I think you owe me something now.”

I can see the shadow his smile creates on his face. “What do you want to know?”

I think it over quickly. “Earlier when you told me about your friend. You seemed so full of regret. Like maybe if you had stayed there with him, he would still be here.”

He doesn’t reply, but I can feel his eyes on me. “The day you saw me at Katie’s parents’ house, did you see the same thing in me that you saw in him? Is that why we’re together, because you were afraid to turn your back on me in fear I may hurt myself?”

He rolls us over and brushes my hair away from my eyes. “God no. I could have seen you on the street and had the same overwhelming feeling of need for you. I didn’t want to save you. I just fucking wanted you. My soul wanted you. It’s like you’re my other half that I didn’t realize I was missing until I saw you.”

I nod as my eyes fill with tears. I know what he’s talking about because it’s the exact same way I feel about him. I don’t know what this connection is, soulmates or two broken people finding some relief in each other, but whatever it is, it’s strong and it doesn’t waver. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or run from it, it’s still there, growing stronger with each passing moment we share together.

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We wake in the morning in a tangled mess. My left leg is thrown over his right leg. My right arm is under his pillow while his right arm is drooped over my side, holding me close.

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