Page 78 of Ravaged Hearts

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

Without another word, Vaughn lowered his head and sucked on my clit the way he knew I loved. When he pushed two fingers in me, I saw stars and came apart.

Finally.

I gave myself a mental high five as my thighs quaked around Vaughn’s face.

The things this man could do to my body.

He rose to meet me on the pillow. “Don’t look so smug, Gatita. I see exactly what you just did. You wanna know what happens when you play games like that?” He snatched my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. “You get fuckedhard. So no matter how much this soon-to-be-dead man smiles and flirts with you, every time you move, your aching pussy is going to remind you who made it that way.”

My possessive man. So unhinged. So perfect.

Then Vaughn hitched my leg high and drove into me with one powerful thrust.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, but I loved this part, being filled by him in the most breathtaking way. Vaughn covered my open mouth with his, muffling my sounds as his tongue lashed mine.

He pounded into me, again and again. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To make me lose my goddamn mind.”

“Yes,” I hissed, and closed my lids, lost to the ecstasy of Vaughn hitting that sensitive spot deep inside me. I loved it when I caused the final fibers of his control to pull taut and snap.

He paused and clasped my jaw with firm fingers. “Then look at your man when he’s fucking you.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes, delighting in this side of him. “Okay, Vaughn. I’ll watch you fuck me.” I said the words innocently enough, but when I scraped my teeth over my bottom lip, Vaughn’s demeanor shifted.

A primal growl rumbled from his throat, and the intense look in his eyes darkened. “Goddamn, woman. When you talk like that, it does something to me.” Then he drove back in with renewed fervor.

Vaughn released his hold on my wrists, planted his elbow beside my head, and attacked my neck with his teeth and tongue. Goose bumps covered my skin, and I dragged my fingernails down his back, urging him on.

Some couples might find the missionary position vanilla or boring. But for Vaughn, being face-to-face, having my body wrapped around his, was a profound experience he’d never thought he’d have again.

So we almost always started out this way—him pushing inside me while staring into my eyes—but where we ended up often surprised me. The shower, the floor, any number of available surfaces in the house if Daphne was out. I was pretty certain I’d never be able to look at our dining table again without my core clenching.

God, he was beautiful. That sharp jaw dusted in dark stubble, curved lips I could amuse myself with for days, and a pair of soul-shattering brown eyes I grew more in love with every moment.

I understood how people were intimidated by Vaughn. Hell, he’d made me nervous the first time we’d met. But now, all I saw was the amazing man who’d risked his life for me and for the hundreds he’d rescued. I saw a man who’d endured the most horrific of circumstances—twice—and remained committed to helping others despite the ever-present danger.

He kissed me again, softer this time. “You ruin me, Hope. You ruin me, and you rebuild me stronger. Each time I’m inside you, it’s like you’re stitching together every broken cell in mybody. How do you do that? How do you make me a better man just by being with me?”

I traced my fingertips down the side of his face. “You’ve always been a good man, Vaughn. I just helped you to see it.”

He squeezed his lids shut for a moment before pressing his forehead to mine. “I fucking love you.”

I smiled, my heart full of more joy than I’d ever known. “I love you, too.”

Then he ground his hips into mine. Each thrust of his pelvis lit up my clit and pushed me to the edge again.

I dug my heels into his back. “Oh God, Vaughn.”

“Say it. No.Begfor it.”

“Please—” was all I got out before he slammed home one more time and my body ignited.

Vaughn kept working me through my release, extending my bliss until I was boneless beneath him.

A few moments later, he found his own climax. He thrust relentlessly like he couldn’t get far enough inside me.

Sweaty and panting, he swept a strand of hair from my face and held my gaze. “You’re so beautiful when you come.” Vaughn graced me with one more kiss before rolling onto his back and dragging a hand through his still-wet locks. “Do you really need to go to work right now?”

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