Page 5 of All My Broken Pieces

This is what I needed.

My hips buck against her face, seeking more, seeking everything she’ll give me. She chuckles against me, the vibrations sending a jolt to my core. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” She hums, shifting the dress to one hand. Sliding her free hand down, she pushes a finger inside of my aching pussy.

I groan loudly as her finger slowly slides inside, the feeling both too much and not enough. “More.” I whimper, rotating my hips.

Fueled by my desperation, she adds another finger, curling the digits until she findsthat spot. The one that has me seeing stars. I bite down on my lip, trying to stifle the cries of pleasure she is drawing out with each flick of her tongue and pump of her fingers.

She shifts her eyes up to mine and I get lost in the chestnut orbs staring at me with something I can’t accept. Something I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to accept.

Squeezing my eyes shut to push off the unwanted thoughts, I focus on the feeling of her worshiping my body. I clear my mind of every thought and allow the sensations to take over.

“That’s it, baby.”

A moan slips through my lips at her praise. Her loving attention bringing me closer and closer to the release I so desperately crave.

“Come for me.”

My body tenses at her whispered command, only a few more strokes of her fingers needed before I cascade over the edge. I shudder through the orgasm, clinging to her as the sensations wrack my body. My heart aches as the last of the trembles stop, my mind replaying the look in her eyes as she stared up at me from her knees.

This isn’t fair to her.

I try to push aside the thought, not wanting to ruin this moment.

Movement pulls me from my thoughts and I blink my eyes open to see Arriana gently placing a soft kiss on my hip before pushing to her feet. She pulls her fingers from me in the same motion, and I find myself riveted by the sight of her slowly pushing the same fingers into her mouth. My eyes widen, another wave of desire welling up at the groan she releases at the flavor ofme.

“Exquisite.” She hums, leaning forward to capture my lips with hers. “So fucking perfect.”

Arriana readjusts my dress, effectively hiding away what we had just done behind the lush fabric. After a quick inspection, she takes my hand in hers and turns to leave.

“Wait.” I call, planting my feet. “What about you?”

Arriana stops, turning back to me and brushing my hair back. “I’m fine, this was about you.” Leaning close, she whispers in my ear, “I’ll get my fun tonight back at home.”

My thighs shift at the promise of just what kind offunshe has in mind. Swallowing down the excited anticipation, I bob my head and wordlessly follow her out.

Home.

The word repeats in my head the rest of the night, each time our eyes meet or she brushes her fingers over my body.

She feels like home.

I shake my head, wishing I could keep her, keep this little fairytale we have going.

“It’s just a phase.”

“It’s not real. You’ll find a decent man one day and settle down.”

Each whispered memory drags me down from the high of our shared moment. The cold splash of reality a painful reminder of who I am, who I’m destined to be.

It’s not real. It can’t be.

My eyes drift to Ava and Killian once more.

One day I’ll have to do that, have that.

Glancing at Arriana out of the corner of my eye, I chew on my bottom lip.

This isn’t real. I can’t be in love with her. It’s just lust.

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