Page 61 of Broken Bonds

He’s playing a game that seems evil to me, taking me to the edge and then starting again.

“Lionel, now, end this torture,” I beg because I can’t resist it. I need him inside me, and he’s determined to give me pleasure with his hands. It’s wonderful to know that he’s willing to give me more, but I need everything right now.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I reply, feeling brave, powerful. “Please, Lionel, please…”

“My wife never has to beg for anything.”

Lionel gets up from next to the chair. He’s like a god waking up illuminated by the golden light of the lamp and the silver flashes of the moon outside. His cock rises proudly, and my mouth waters.

But not this time.

I open my legs, silently asking him to hurry, but he takes me in his arms to carry me to the bed, where he places me gently. He wastes no time in advancing his body over mine. I accommodate him by spreading my legs, so that he can align his erection to enter where I’m waiting for him, wet and hot.

Lionel rubs the tip of his cock against my center, making me vibrate and moan. I’m so ready, I grab him by his ass as a not-too-subtle invitation to hurry up.

“Oh shit, Stella.” I hear him moan. “This feels so good.”

“And it would feel even better.”

“It’s been so long,” he mumbles, his mouth going up my neck, searching for mine. No, it hasn’t been that long, but the truth is that right now, it feels like centuries. “Take me home with you.”

The moment his body enters mine, I’m sure that not only has he found his way back.

I’m walking on unknown ground, and this is where I’ll find what I was looking for.

Chapter 20

Taking this step has been an epic size mistake.

I realize it at the same moment he starts to move inside me. He’s so big and so hard. My eyes are closed, my mouth is open, and my heart is racing in my chest like a stallion in the middle of a race.

Yes, the feeling is wonderful, and I’ve never felt so complete before. Every inch of my body feels alive as he claims me again. But, the problem is that if any of this goes wrong, I know I won’t be able to recover. If he were to lie to me again, if there was something more hidden in our midst, I’m sure it would be my end.

“This feels real,” I whisper.

“It is, love, it is.” His very accurate answer goes straight to my heart, squeezes my chest, and makes me smile. “It’s real and eternal.”

He showers kisses down my temple, down my cheeks, across the line of my jaw. And his strong hands touch my breasts, I arch at the sensations.

“Stella,” Lionel tugs on my body and drops my legs. He pushes me to find him in the middle. Moving as fast as I can. “Baby, don’t rush, let it last.”

But I can’t. My mind is clouded by this overwhelming desire. I’m desperate for it. The blood that runs through my veins is charged with pleasure. And this is all his fault. He transformed me into a shameless woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants so badly.

Payback time, Kral.

He pushes harder, deeper, giving my body what it’s asking for. “You feel so good. Can you feel how hard I am for you? How hard I’m losing control, Stella?”

Control? What control? I don’t know the meaning of that word anymore.

When I open my eyes, his intense gaze meets mine. He’s everywhere. It is undeniable, each sense, each of my heartbeats, each moan leaving my lips bears his name.

The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure, our rapid breaths, and his skin against mine. I can’t keep my hands on his shoulders, my fingers itching to touch him, to claim him as mine in the same way he’s doing with me.

My nails dig into his skin, we both become desperate and frantic when we both ride out our orgasms. My eyes fill with tears. This is too much.

The love I feel for him is so great that it fills everything, fixes the cracks that threaten to break my heart, and makes everything brighter.

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