Page 83 of When Hearts Ignite

I pant, my breath mingling with his as he plasters his hot body on top of mine.

My legs automatically curl over his tight butt and he struggles to push the rest of himself inside me. “I-It’s because you’re the second person I’ve done this with…the first and only time being prom night in high school.”

He freezes, his face snapping up, his eyes widening at what I’m saying.

“I never felt the urge to do it with anyone…until you.”

With a growl, he slams his lips on mine again as he plunges in, his thick cock spearing me in half, the pain mixing in with a heady pleasure I can’t begin to describe.

I arch my chest up as I let out a long moan.

“That fucking doesn’t count.” His voice is hoarse as he slides out and I let out a whimper. “Let me show you how a man fucks.”

He laces our fingers together and moves his hips in a frenzied rhythm, and I shake and shudder below him, our bodies becoming one. The pain slowly fades as renewed heat gathers where we’re joined.

“Oh God, Steven. It’s so g-good,” I stammer as the pleasure builds.

With each grind of his hips on mine, his cock hits a sensitive region inside me and sparks fly. My legs shake against his back, involuntary movements out of my control. I let out a keen wail and feel more wetness seep out where we’re joined.

“You like that, huh? This pussy is mine. Only I can give it pleasure from now on.” A rough possessive edge laces his voice as his darkened eyes pin onto me, his fingers gripping mine in a death grip.

His powerful thrusts quicken, the bed frame slamming into the wall in a harsh rhythm in tune with our slapping flesh. His balls hit my ass with each swivel as he ends each pistoning with a grind, his dick dragging against my clit on the way out.

My legs shake and tremble, flames spreading over my body like wildfire, and my eyes flutter close from the onslaught of pleasure.

He hammers harder inside me and growls, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come, so you know who’s going to be fucking you for the rest of your life.” The rightness of his words causes my eyes to snap open as every cell in my body comes alive.

His eyes widen as if he’s shocked at his own words and a determined glint appears in those black pools as his lips part in a snarl, his teeth baring and he slams harder inside me, like he’s purging something from himself or stealing parts of me to take with him.

My body throbs and my lips wobble. Everything is too sensitive, the pleasure a fevered torture. I hear cries and moans reverberating around the room that I later realize were from my mouth. I careen headfirst into what I know will be a cataclysmic explosion, a first for me in sex.

The tension gathers, the sparks blistering where he fucks me. “Steven, oh fuck…I’m going to come, oh sh-hit.”

“Come, darling. Flood me with your juices. Fall apart in my arms.” He grunts in exertion as he doubles his efforts, pounding into me like it’s the last thing he’ll do, and the tension breaks as a wave of pleasure so intense spreads through my body and I come with a cry, my vision whitening.

The walls of my pussy throb against him as he grows impossibly harder and with a few more punishing thrusts, he lets out a guttural moan and shudders against me, streams of hot cum flooding my inside, prolonging my orgasm.

“Grace, Grace, Grace,” he pants, his head dipping to my neck before he takes my lips in his again, his tongue swiping, licking, joining mine while his dick still throbs inside me in the aftermath. His thumbs rub circles over my hands, our fingers still intertwined.

“My home,” he whispers, pressing softer kisses on my face and neck as we slowly come down from our high.

We’re joined in more than one place, and my heart finally feels whole for the first time in as long as I can remember.

“Shit,” I gasp as my body slowly calms down from this out-of-body experience, “we forgot the condom.”

He freezes, his muscles tensing like he’s surprised he forgot about protection.

“I’m on the pill and am clean,” I whisper.

Steven leans down and kisses me. “I’m clean too. I’ve never been in anyone bare before.”

A burst of pride funnels through my chest. I, Grace Peyton, made him lose his mind. The haze of melancholy in the last nine months finally clears away and a smile blooms from inside me, threatening to break free from my lips.

I didn’t realize I was laughing until he asks, “What’s so funny, darling Grace?”

“I’m still me, aren’t I? Even after this.”

He gives me a warm smile as his dark pools slowly fade into amber once more. “You’re always you because you’re strong. And nothing will ever change that. Only now, I’ll be by your side and you won’t ever have to fight your battles alone again, nor will I. We’ll be stronger together. We’re a team.”

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