Page 126 of When Hearts Ignite

I rake in a few gasps of air as my body catches up to my mind and I straighten up, my blurry vision taking in her smiling face, her brilliant violet eyes also red and wet with tears.

“We’re not related,” I rasp out in between inhales. “We’re not siblings.”

I haul her into my arms and clasp her tightly against my chest, feeling her heart beat against mine.

“You’re so stupid, Steven Kingsley. I could’ve told you that. There’s no way life would be so cruel to us, to give us each other, only to keep us apart. There’s no way. I refused to believe it and I was right,” Grace mutters into my chest.

“You’re always right, Grace. Always.”

Tilting her face up, I lean down and claim her lips with mine once more.

This time, I’m definitely never letting go.

Our kiss turns fevered and passionate as my phone slips from my grip and onto the floor, but I barely notice. Steven spins me around and presses me against the door, his tongue delving into my mouth like he’s desperate for air, like he’s on the brink of drowning and I’m the oxygen tank thrown into the dark waters seconds before he loses consciousness. He nips my bottom lip as he hoists me higher against him, so that we’re pressed to each other in all the ways that matter.

“Grace,” he rasps against my lips. “My darling, I’m the luckiest man alive.” His cheeks are still wet from tears, his eyes, oh my God, his eyes…

They’re burning with so much love, the hazels iridescent, the green edges vibrant and teeming with life. It’s like life has returned to his body and he has just been given a second chance. My lips tremble as I take in his emotions flitting across his face—shock, awe, happiness, and overflowing love.

“No, Steven,” I whisper, our breaths ghosting over each other’s lips, “I’m the luckiest person alive because I get to have you by my side.”

He groans, his pupils darkening and dilating, and he swallows the rest of my words with his mouth again as he moves his body against me, his hard shaft grinding against the crook between my thighs.

Everything feels too sensitive, my skin aflame, the clothes chaffing my skin. The air turns thick with desperation as we claw at each other, trying to get closer, for nothing feels close enough. My breasts feel heavy and swollen, my nipples already beaded and saluting him, and I arch back, thrusting my chest at him as he trails kisses and nibbles along the column of my neck, scraping his teeth over my fluttering pulse, sending sparks straight to my clit.

“I need you, Steven,” I moan as he thrusts harder against me, his hard cock hitting my swollen clit, but it’s not enough. There are too many layers of clothes between us. I need them gone. I need nothing to separate us. I need to feel his body, his heat against mine.

He growls as he comes to the same conclusion and carries me to the bedroom. We grapple with each other’s clothes along the way, my sweater falling to the floor first, followed by my leggings. I scratch at his body, my fingers trembling as I try to undo his buttons, to no avail. He tosses me on the bed and rips his shirt off, sending buttons pinging across the dark master room and he makes work of his pants.

Our harsh breathing fills the silence as I stare awestruck at him, all coiled energy and rippling muscles, a hard, intense gleam in his eyes, which are so dark I could barely see the tawny irises anymore. He looks hungry, desperate, his nostrils flaring as he slowly prowls toward me, the muscles in his body flexing with each movement.

With his unkempt appearance, the disheveled hair and rugged beard, he looks wild, like a caveman coming to stake his claim, like he’s ready to fuck me in front of the world to tell everyone I belong to him.

My pussy pulses as my chest heaves under my thin shirt, which, along with the wet panties I have on, are the only barriers separating us. My eyes sweep down his body, taking in the corded muscles, which look even more defined and cut than when I saw him last, and the beautiful, hard cock curled against his stomach, the veins on both sides pulsing, the tip dark red and angry, like it wants to obliterate anything in its path.

My empty core clenches and my mouth waters. I need him inside me, over me, next to me.

I tremble on the bed before my legs part of their own accord and he lets out an animalistic growl as he stares at my damp panties. I see the last restraints of the rational man snap free and the primitive beast takes front and center.

“Mine.” His voice is rough. Possessive.

Wetness seeps out of me as my body vibrates in response.

“Yours,” I whisper, watching the flush crawl up his body as he climbs onto the bed and braces himself on top of me, his muscles shaking from tension.

“We’re never separating again.” A vow. A command. A promise all rolled into one.

“Never aga—Steven!” My words end on a shriek as he rips my shirt in half with a strength I’ve never seen him unleash before and the woman in me melts at the violence. He could bend me over, twist me, tear into me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

My mind shuts off as I relinquish my body to him.

Use me. Fuck me. Love me. I tell with my eyes as he lets out a guttural grunt before clamping his mouth on my breast, sucking the tip in, laving it with his tongue and tasting it like it’s the best delicacy in the world. Sharp bolts of electricity shoot to my clit and I let out a moan. He pinches the other distended tip as I thrash against him.

“I’ve gone crazy for you. Mad with obsession.” He turns his attention to the other breast as his hand snakes down my body and with one rough yank, tears the lace from between my legs. With no warming, he thrusts a finger inside me as his thumb rubs my clit.

I nearly careen off the bed, only for him to bear down on me, insert another finger inside me, and curl them to rub against my G-spot and I see stars.

“Steven!” I scream, my legs shake as he finger-fucks me in earnest.

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