Page 96 of When Hearts Ignite

My eyes tear up as I recall my wish for him. I reply, “My wish for you was happiness, so your soul can take flight.”

He stills, his lips parting. His nostrils flare, and he lets out a shuddering exhale. “G-Grace,” he shakes his head as if he’s in disbelief, “happiness doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel when I’m with you.”

He pants softly, our breaths mixing. “I love you.”

With those three words, he slices the remaining bonds of doubt in my mind, and I bring his head to mine as we entangle ourselves in a searing kiss again.

This kiss is sweet and intense, all rolled into one. It’s as if our souls are melding together, creating magic of its own. I whimper. He groans. Our sighs mingle. His hand slips to my breast as he gathers the sensitive mound, his thumb flicking at the hardened tip, and I let out a moan.

He grunts and moves down my body, pressing kisses on my heated flesh. His mouth captures one tender bud, and he sucks it, followed by quick lashes of his tongue, and I cry at the pleasure, my back arching, my fingers gripping his hair. My body is burning, coming apart underneath him.

He moves to the other side as his hands spread my legs. He tears my panties off and his fingers delve into the wet folds and he groans, “So fucking wet for me.”

Trailing kisses down my stomach, he inserts a finger into my channel and I whimper at the pleasurable intrusion, my legs falling apart. His thumb circles my clit and I almost careen off the carpet.

“Steven, oh my God.” I shudder underneath his onslaught.

“What do you need, darling?” A low, sexy drawl, sending more moisture between my legs.

“Taste me. Taste my cum. I need you.” The words spill out of my lips with no forethought, and he growls with approval before he goes in for the kill.

He swipes his tongue up my slit from my puckered rosebud to my clit before he focuses his attention on my swollen nub. He sucks the clit inside his mouth, his tongue flicking and tapping, and he adds another finger inside my tight channel.

“Steven,” I shriek as sparks gather rapidly in my pussy, spreading to the rest of my body.

I thrash on the carpeted floor, the fibers most likely giving me carpet burn, but I don’t care as I’m delirious with pleasure, my hips arching off the floor as he doubles down on his efforts.

“You taste sweet here too. I’m addicted to this taste. To you,” he whispers between licks.

He pauses and takes his fingers out, swiping it down my slit. “This beautiful pussy is dripping for me. Darling, you want to come?”

Then, without warning, he spears two fingers into my pussy and one in my puckered rosebud, the slickness of my essence acting as lubricant, and his mouth sucks on my clit like it’s his lifeline.

“Steven!” I scream, my voice echoing in the room.

The sparks burgeon into electric shocks and override my system before exploding, sending shockwaves through my body as I come, my vision blacking out, a gush of liquid seeping from the onslaught of his tongue on my clit and the fullness in my pussy and ass.

“A squirter,” he murmurs, his voice filling with awe, before he continues to lap between my legs, all the while pumping his fingers inside me. “Lucky me. I can’t wait to make you scream again and again with my name on your lips.”

My mind is blurry with haze, my skin and body on fire as I spasm on the carpet, the waves of pleasure never ending. He crawls above me again and widens my legs. He stares at me, his eyes dark and intense, and whispers, “I love you,” and slams home.

I let out a keening moan as his cock spears me in half and he unleashes a punishing rhythm. My legs curl against his waist as I hang on for dear life and let him have his way with me.

“Steven, Steven, Steven,” I chant his name between pants of breath. He’s my prayer, my salvation, everything in one.

He captures my lips with his and intertwines our fingers together as his hips slap against mine, each thrust of his cock hitting me deep inside.

I feel myself blooming underneath him, my legs widening, ready to receive him.

This feels more than sex. This is a communion. A merging of souls.

My lips part on an exhale as my gaze remains tethered to his. My nipples scrape across his muscles with each of his punishing thrusts as fire builds between my legs once more.

“You’re mine, Grace. No matter what anyone says. And I’m yours.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

His pistoning grows erratic, the sweat dripping off his forehead, but I don’t care. My heart is full to the brim, so full of emotions, of sensations, and I arch up, welcoming him inside me where he belongs.

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