Page 60 of Broken Bonds

Him inside of me. On me. Devouring me. Touching me.

“Again?” he asked, his voice no more than a mere growl. When I nodded, he lifted me, hooking my legs around his hips. I moaned at the feel of his thick cock pressing against me, and I helplessly ground against him, unable to do anything but cling to him while pressing hot kisses to his jaw and neck.

“Kiss me. Please,” I begged, looking into his blue-almost-black eyes, dilated with lust. Lust forme.

He crashed his lips onto mine, his ferocity taking me by surprise. He sat on the edge of my bed, his hands sliding down to my hips. My towel fell to the floor, long forgotten, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I was capable of thinking about was him. All I couldbreathewas him.

When I ground against his thick length again, he snarled, biting at my lips hard enough to make them bleed before he soothed the sting with his tongue, kissing me again. His tongue thrust into my mouth as he rocked my hips over him. I whined,clutching at his hair and shoulders, my heart slamming against my breastbone like it was threatening to burst right from my chest.

“That’s it, princess,” he rumbled, moving one hand up to grip my hair. He yanked my head back, his other hand still guiding my hips as he leaned down to suck and lick at my neck. “Take it, baby. Take what you need.Fuck, you’re so hot like this.”

“Ace,” I panted, so fucking close, I could barely breathe. “Ace,” I pleaded again.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, biting down on my collarbone just hard enough to make it sting. “Come for me, princess. Let me see you fall apart.”

Ishattered, crying out his name. He kissed me again, clutching me to him as he eased me down from the explosive high, his touches turning soft and tender. Only when I could breathe somewhat normally again did he lean back a little to look down at me.

“Do you have any fucking idea how beautiful you are when you let go like that?” he asked, licking his kiss-swollen lips as he ran his eyes over my naked body. I shivered beneath his gaze. Taking it as the shiver meant I was cold, he grabbed my towel and wrapped it back around me, covering me up and hiding me from his hungry gaze.

My phone pinged with a text, though I didn’t look at it. Still, the sound had me blinking, and my stomach sank.

Ryan was going tomurderhim.

“What about Ryan?” I blurted.

Ace scoffed. “You don’t think I can handle him?” I shook my head, laughing a little. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised, making hope surge, “but for now, let’s get you dressed before I lay you out on this bed.”

My cheeks heated, and I quickly dropped my hands from his face to clutch the damp towel to my body. Chuckling, he set measide like I weighed nothing and stood up from the bed. His gaze raked over my towel-clad body. And then, he froze, his body going stiff as his gaze locked on my legs.

Myscarredlegs.

He hadn’t actually looked at my legs before. The one and only time they’d been bare, he’d been determined to not see me as anything other than Ryan’s little sister—hisoff limitslittle sister. He didn’t know just how bad the scars looked.

I wished I could cover them. Could hide them from his gaze.

“Celine?” My name was nothing more than a hiss on his lips. “What the hell?” he mumbled more to himself than me. Raking a hand through his tousled hair, his eyes locked with mine.

“It’s from the accident.” I hated that my voice trembled. “The burns were severe, and then the surgeries… The scars were inevitable. I just keep them covered to avoid reactions like yours.”

He winced and reached up to rub the back of his neck, looking sheepish and a little angry with himself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, uh… I’m sorry.” Regret flashed in his blue eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I sighed. My mood was officially killed with his horrific reaction to my legs. “There’s a reason I keep my legs covered, Ace.” I gestured to the closet. “Can you help me to the closet? And then, we can… forget about this.”

He shook his head slowly, tightening his fists that hung limply at his sides. “Celine, I didn’t?—”

I interrupted him, speaking louder, just wanting to forget this moment. He’d completely fucking ruined it. “You had a normal reaction, Ace,” I snapped. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?”

He scowled. “No, it’s not okay. My reaction was screwed up, and I’m sorry. Your scars make you beautiful and show your strength—your journey. Don’t hide them from me ever again.” He reached for me, not waiting for an answer, and took the foursteps to my closet. Letting me stand, he kept an arm around my waist, taking my weight.

“I need to do this alone,” I muttered. Seeing uncertainty on his face reflected in the floor-length mirror, I squeezed his hand, wishing I hadn’t been so cruel to him. I mean, I’d known how he would react, hadn’t I? “I won’t fall this time, I promise. I don’t think my butt will appreciate another bruise anyway.” He laughed, his shoulders shaking, a grin forming on his full, kissable lips—lips that had kissed me only moments ago. That had licked and sucked and nipped at my skin, driving me fucking crazy.

Pulling his arm from around my back, he retreated from the closet and closed the door to give me privacy. Picking a bra and shirt was easy. Wearing one of my favorite, worn-out work shirts as house clothes were typical for me. Looking between the stack of soft, workout shorts and sweatpants, I decided to listen to Ace and grabbed the old pair of soft, black shorts. Sliding them on was difficult, but I managed with only a few minor grunts of pain. Then, I took a quick glance in the mirror, a little surprised by my reflection.

Staring back at me was a flushed blonde with swollen lips and messy hair, her eyes bright with excitement and happiness.Acehad done that to me.Jesus.

“Done,” I called, reaching to push the door, but he opened it before I could, his arms wrapping around me instantly.

When he raked his eyes over me, he smirked, making my blood sing. “Nice shorts, baby girl. Very sexy.”

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