Page 98 of Unbroken

One of his hands wrapped around my hip while the other stroked down my back and over the tattoo. Exploratory and careful fingers ran along my spine, and a shudder racked through me.

“Use this,” Devon instructed a second before he tapped my shoulder with the vibrator we’d been using a few minutes before. I smiled up at him and took it without question, clicking the power button and pressing it to my clit.

I barely heard his groan over my own uncontrollable moans. A second orgasm feeling more possible with the toy’s help.

His grip on my hip was bruising as his other hand continued its ascent up my back. His fingers wrapped around my lower neck right against the hilt of the sword. He held me down, but only hard enough to keep me in place and right where he wanted me. I didn’t feel trapped, and the nerves I expected never came.

Like I suspected, it was impossible to forget that it was Devon behind me, viciously fucking into me and using my body. It had never been so good. He was so distinctly him, and I pushed away any lingering fears about how my body might inadvertently react and turned myself over to the pleasure.

“Tighter,” I rasped. Devon hesitated only a second before he squeezed my neck like I wanted and pushed my face into the pillows beneath me. I turned my head to the side so I could breathe, and I couldn’t suppress the smile that tilted my lips.

It was an honest reaction to the satisfaction and bone-deep enjoyment pumping through my veins.

“Such a pretty, devious fucking smile,” he crooned. He punctuated his words with deep, thorough thrusts of his hips.

I hummed and fumbled for the button on the toy between my legs. When I hit it, the vibration increased, and Devon’s hips stuttered. “You feel so good,” I mumbled, my words muffled by the blankets. “Are you going to come with me this time?”

A string of curses fell from his lips, and I wished I could see his face. But the image my mind conjured up was still so good. I needed another fucking mirror.

“Between your perfect pussy and the vibration, I don’t think I could hold off even if I tried.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. There was something about pulling him over the edge with me—my orgasm spurring his—that made me feel powerful and desired. Exactly as every woman should when her face was pressed into a mattress with her ass up in the air.

I tilted the vibrator back just enough that not only was it hitting my clit at the perfect angle, but the underside of Devon’s cock was dragging against it with every withdrawal.

Something changed in that moment, and we both turned desperate. Every slap of his hips against my ass had me burrowing deeper into the bed, and I willed myself to hang onto the vibrator. His fist tightened in my hair, and his fingers would no doubt leave bruises along my hip. But I wanted it. I wanted him to mark me inside and out, as evidenced by the tattoo down my back.

Our moans and cries mingled to form an erotic song all of our own making.

Then he was begging me to come. “Come around my cock. Oh,fuck. Please,pleasecome. Yes, just like that. I want to feel you?—”

His words cut off when my orgasm hit me. The tension that built and built until I didn’t think my body could handle any more finally broke apart. Like I’d splintered into a million pieces and every little fragment was flying in opposite directions.

It was pure bliss.

Less than a second later, Devon pulled himself free, and I felthis hot cum shoot onto my back. Fuck, he made the best sounds when he came. All manly and unrestrained.

His knuckles brushed the top of my ass as he worked his hand up and down his shaft, keeping his other hand plastered to the back of my head. Trying to catch my breath, I turned off the toy and chucked it to the other side of the bed.

The fingers in my hair loosened and then dragged down my back, through his release and over my tattoo. Spreading it all over my back like he was trying to push it into my skin or color in the lesser shaded areas.

“Why is this so fucking hot?” he asked through labored breaths.

“The tattoo or comingonthe tattoo?”

He chuckled and shrugged, continuing to run his hand through the mess he’d made. “Both, I guess.”

I hummed, but I didn’t really have an answer for him. He ended up answering his own question, though.

“I think it’s knowing that this meant as much to you as it did to me.”

I nodded as best I could and peered over my shoulder. “I wasn’t strong enough to come back then, but I still wanted to carry a piece of you with me. Always.”

His hand stopped as he stared down at me. That scruff-lined jaw dropped, and he wedged his other hand between myself and the bed, leaning over me slightly. He hauled me back against him, unconcerned that all of the cum covering my back would be splattered against his chest.

He wrapped a hand around the base of my throat and held me while I turned my face to his. I stopped, though, and eyed his cum-covered fingers. Licking my lips, I reached for his hand and slid those fingers into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, and I felt his cock give a little kick against my back. Just as I had with his cock, I licked and sucked until all five digits were clean. The moment I released his fingers, his mouth was covering mine. His kiss was hungryyet thorough like he was also trying to taste himself on my tongue.

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