Page 155 of When Hearts Collide

“Fuck, I’ve missed you. So fucking much.”

He swoops down for another soul-shattering kiss. I lean closer so I’m flush against him, all hard muscles and restrained power.

He growls when I move my body over his, grinding against the erection tenting his pants. He dips out his tongue, teasing the seam of my lips before thrusting in.

The world swirls around me, my skin heating like I’m in the throes of a fever. Every inch of me is sensitive, craving his touch, and there are far too many clothes between us.

Ryland deepens his kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth as mine duels with his, every inch his equal. My teeth make an appearance as I bite down on his bottom lip and he lets out a hiss of pleasure.

“Not enough,” he rasps, “not enough.”

Without another word, he swoops me up in his arms and stomps toward the entrance, taking us inside.

I vaguely notice the towering glass ceilings letting in rays of light, the kaleidoscope of warm reds, oranges, and pinks of the sunset streaming indoors, bathing the lush foliage in an otherworldly glow.

Tearing my lips away briefly, my mouth drops open at the rows and rows of carefully curated plants on various planters, trellises—there are trees of all sizes, ropes of vines arranged in artful, yet natural displays.

And the flowers, oh my God, the flowers—I see a room to the side dedicated to orchids, areas where the ethereal lavender-colored wisteria hangs from the ceiling, a scene straight out of a fairytale. Then, there are the unique orange and reds of the birds of paradise, roses, peonies, and so many more blooms I can’t wait to examine and name.

My eyes well with moisture as I behold the breathtaking beauty around me and I turn back to the man who has barged into my heart like a whirlwind and has made a permanent home there.

His dark eyes glitter, and he whispers, “Nothing here is as beautiful and as precious as you.”

My heart soars to the skies, and my heart burgeons in size.

I hurl myself at him and kiss him until I can’t tell where he ends and where I begin. His breathing turns harried, and he carries me somewhere, but it can be anywhere for all I care. He sheds his clothing on the floor and we’re a mad tangle of limbs and passion as we come together, needing each other more than anything else in the world.

Soon, I find myself naked, my arms twining over his shoulders as pleasure shoots down to my core when he rakes his teeth down the tender column of my neck. Every pinch from his bites is followed by a heated suction and a tortuous lick. Wetness seeps out between my thighs and I curl my legs tighter around his ass, angling my clit to rub against every hard ridge of his cock.

“Fuuuck,” he grunts.

Setting me down on a settee, his mouth travels down to my breasts and takes one beaded nipple between his lips, suckling it, laving it, making love to it.

I moan and I arch my back. My eyes snag on the familiar yellow daffodils and the beautiful purple pasque flowers in the surrounding displays, and I realize he’s making love to me amongst the things I hold dearly in my heart.

“Ryland, I need you.”

I grip his hair and pull him up, but he growls and moves his attention to the other nipple, his hands traveling between our bodies and palming my wet pussy.

My cries of pleasure echo in the glass halls. “Please, please fuck me, Ryland. Please. I need you so much.”

“No,” he grunts before thrusting two fingers inside my tight channel and I nearly careen off the seat. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I’ve missed this so fucking much.”

He doubles down and rubs my clit with his thumb—light flickers and firm circles—and the shards of pleasure gather in my core at the speed of light.

It’s been too long and I’m too primed for him. I can’t hold on.

My legs shake under him as he moves his fingers harder, angling them just right, so they hit my G-spot with every pass.

“Please,” I beg, “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck the living daylights out of me.”

His cock hardens even more, and he lets out an animalistic growl. “My dirty girl, my little lark.”

He takes his fingers out and slides them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them like he’s tasting the most delicious delicacy in the world. More slickness seeps out of me, and I feel my pussy throbbing, my body needing the barest friction to topple over the cliff.

Ryland leans down, his eyes so dark they’re almost black, and he rasps, “I’m not fucking you today. I’m making love to you, my sweet little lark, because I love you so fucking much.”

With that, he slides his cock inside me to the hilt and I let out a long mewl.

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