Page 128 of When Hearts Ignite

“No, darling. Not yet.”

He climbs up behind me and uses a finger to swipe my wetness over the puckered rosebud and I nearly come right then from the foreign sensations.

“Next time, my cock will be in here, filling you up.” His finger slides in and I clench against him. “Yes, baby, suck me in here too. My cock is much bigger.”

I bite onto the bedsheets as two fingers spear into my pussy, moving in tandem with the one in my ass, and the throbbing sensations are tenfold as my hips gyrate back, eager to climb to the pinnacle again.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good girl for me.”

His praises are arrows to my clit and my body burns once more and I feel like I can fly, my body poised at the brink of exploding—

Then he stops.

“Noooo!” I scream into the sheets.

He chuckles, his voice hoarse, and I shake my ass at him.

“Release your control to me, darling.”

Steven lines his cock up at my entrance and finally thrusts inside, and we both groan from the sensations.

My body is on fire as he moves against me with my ass tilted in the air and face smashed against the bedsheets. His hips snap against mine, slamming his hard cock home in a punishing rhythm. His thumb replaces his finger in my ass, and his other hand wraps around my long hair and tugs.

The pain intensifies the pleasure and I tilt my face up, my lungs raking in desperate gulps of oxygen as my body burns into smithereens under his pleasurable onslaught.

I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can only feel and fuck, as there are too many feelings rioting inside me. My heart is filled to the brim as my mind blanks, handing over the reins of my body to him as he jackhammers inside me, the sounds of skin slapping skin loud in the room.

He curls his large body over mine, his hand still gripping my hair tightly, and he turns my face to the side before slamming his mouth with mine.

We feast on each other, melding our bodies and souls together, becoming one entity. His cock grows impossibly thicker and longer as his thrusts become more erratic. His eyes are obsidian as we break apart for a breath and the pleasure gathers sharply again, taking me higher and higher, and I’m rendered helpless underneath him.

“I can feel your walls clenching, darling. You’re close. This time, you’ll come,” he grunts, and I feel his hips piston harder against my ass, his balls hitting my clit with each movement, his thumb spearing my rosebud as I’m filled to the brim with him.

The pleasure sharpens and breaks and I let out a keening cry as my vision whitens and I can feel myself pulverizing into a thousand pieces.

“Come. Come for me, Grace.”

A loud scream tears from my throat as juices gush out of me and I topple into a supernova of white-hot bliss. He swallows my cries and continues to rut against me, his finger, cock, and tongue filling me and with a roar, he comes, his cock throbbing as it unleashes ropes and ropes of cum inside me.

Steven collapses on top of my body as his kiss turns gentler. The sweat is plastered to our skin and our bodies and limbs are intertwined, such that I can’t tell where he ends and where I begin. Our heartbeats sync and pound in unison as we come back from the most excruciating high I’ve ever experienced, things I’ve read in my novels but have always thought were figments of an author’s imagination.

“God, I love you, so, so much, Grace Peyton. Let’s not let anything separate us again.”

My eyes are heavy and I can barely move my arms but manage to press my hand to his chest, where I feel the thudding of his heart, so strong and sturdy.

I whisper, “I love you more, Steven Kingsley. We’ll never be apart. We’re a team.”

Darkness overtakes me and I drift into a boneless, deep sleep, feeling completely content and safe within his arms.

Smiling, I carry into the master bedroom two plates Jarvis procured from the kitchens of O’Hare’s, the eponymous restaurant opened by renowned chef, Jefferson O’Hare, who is known for his artistry in the American fare—perfectly cooked steaks, ribs, burgers, and…hot dogs.

My beautiful darling is sprawled face down on blankets and thousand-thread-count bedsheets, her thick chocolate hair a tangled mess on the pillow, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and her smooth, round backside partially displayed.

My cock twitches in my sweatpants as I take in those luscious globes, pink palm prints on the side, courtesy of me as I gripped her and contorted her lithe little body into a thousand different positions the last few days where we washed off the pain and heartache in love and pleasure.

So much fucking love and pleasure.

We barely left the suite the entire weekend after the revelation, and I regained her after I almost lost her. The last few days breathed life back into my body.

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