Page 96 of Unbroken

I pushed up onto my knees and somewhat awkwardly kicked my briefs off. But before I laid back down, I took a moment to stare and take her in. Black hair spread around her like a dark halo, and her hands fisted the sheets at her sides. I ran a finger up the inside of her leg, and she shivered.

Fuck, I was the luckiest man alive. And that was when it hit me.

I was in love with her. Desperately and completely. That was the only explanation for the new, foreign feelings. I was so fucking in love.

FORTY-TWO

Blakely

Something in Devon’sexpression shifted as he loomed over me. His finger ran up the inside of my leg, trailing up my calf and skimming over my thigh to flatten his large palm so desperately close to my center.

I never had any doubt that he would react exactly as he had when I showed him the tattoo. That didn’t keep me from questioning every possible outcome and stressing over it beforehand. I considered how much to tell him and when the best time would be, and it hadn’t happened at all the way I imagined it.

Sitting before him, it felt wrong not to tell him everything. Especially when he was looking at me with so much care, and hell, maybe love? I couldn’t hold back; I wanted him to know everything.

I wanted him to know how much he’d impacted my life even when he wasn’t in it.

My eyes flashed from his hand back to his face, and I wished I could pinpoint the change in his expression or describe it, but any attempt was useless when he was touching me.

He cradled the place where my hip met my torsoand ran his thumb along one of my lower lips. A broken gasp left my lips as my eyes trailed lower, taking in the expanse of his solid chest, dusted with auburn hair and covered in dark artwork. Lower and lower, my eyes dropped until they landed on the proud, thick cock jutting from between his legs.

That was a relief, at least—that he still wanted me even after I’d told him about the events that led up to the tattoo on my back. It had been a serious concern of mine since I realized I wanted to tell him. I’d worried that once I told him about all the darkest parts of me, he wouldn’t want me anymore. He’d think it was all too much and wasn’t worth it.

But he didn’t. He was looking at me—touchingme—like I was worth everything and more.

I circled my hips, trying and failing to force him to touch the place I wanted it the most. But his hold was steady, and his thumb hovered over my skin.

“I,” he began in a deep, quiet voice and with a long breath. “I’m so glad you came back. I’m so happy you’re here.”

So many emotions warred through me, I couldn’t register all of them. But the honesty in his voice made me want to cry and kiss him and wrap my arms around him. I wanted to be closer, as close as I could get.

“Me too, Dev,” I said, swallowing back the tears I really didn’t want to shed. “And I need you inside of me.Now.” A groan vibrated through his chest, and hungry eyes swept over me. But he didn’t move, so I tried again. “Please, Devon.”

Heavy palms flattened against the inside of each of my thighs as he pushed my legs wider. “I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”

Reaching forward, I grasped his thick length and pumped once, twice, and on the third pass, when his eyes were rolling backward, I squeezed the crown with a dirty grin. “Only once you’re inside me. Then I might not be able tostopsaying your name.”

With our eyes locked, Devon crowded over me and plantedhis hand by my head. His other hand replaced mine around his cock and dragged it against my pussy with a tenderness that disappeared when he pushed inside me with one deep thrust.

My mouth dropped open, and my eyes almost slipped closed. But I managed to keep them open long enough to see the pleasure contort his features.

He muttered a low curse and brushed his lips over mine.

“Devon,” I whispered, and he groaned in appreciation. “Mmm…Devon.”

He didn’t move. Our hips were flush together, and I swore I could feel him in my stomach. Noses brushing, I breathed his name again and again against his parted lips. His eyes never left mine, and our connection deepened as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in.

My hands cradled his face, and I pressed our mouths together. Our kiss quickly escalated, the passion thrumming between us taking on a new form of lips, teeth, and tongues tangling. His hips began this deep rolling motion that made us both moan.

He let his weight fall to his elbow so he could fit his hand around the back of my neck while his other hand slipped down and held my hip. He fucked into me, and I was so caught up in the pleasure that I didn’t realize until he pulled his mouth away that his hand, whether he meant to or not, was massaging the place at the base of my neck where the tattoo started.

There was enough light filtering in the room that I could see his focused, hazel eyes and the red stubble along his jaw. I could see every line and every freckle. And he was all mine.

He released my hip and brushed his fingers against my clit. My hips jolted, and his smile was saccharine. His fingers began an unrelenting circling motion as I pushed up into him, meeting each magical thrust.

My teeth ground together, and I wanted so badly to come. I wanted to squeeze around him and pull him over the edge. I dragged my hands up my sides and palmed my tits. Squeezingthem slightly, I tugged at my nipples and played with the piercings glinting in the faint light.

His hand disappeared from between my legs, and I whined at the loss. But he didn’t leave me hanging for long. He licked his thumb and continued the steady rhythm that was winding me up higher and higher. The way he was pounding into me, teasing my clit and devouring every one of my reactions with his fire-filled eyes, I could feel myself giving in.

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