Page 72 of Broken Bonds

“Touch me,” I plead, eyes flashing open to lock onto his.

“I am,” he says, the smallest hint of a smirk curling on his lips as his knuckles ghost over the center of my shorts again.

A frustrated sound escapes my throat, and I tilt my hips, searching for his hand when he pulls away. I reach down and grip his hand in mine, dragging it up and resting his fingers at the waistband of my shorts. He dips the tips of his fingers in but goes no further, and I wiggle, impatience getting the best of me as my core throbs.

Finally, he slips his hand in and cups me, swiping the tip of his finger through my folds. He groans, cursing under his breath, but I can’t focus on his words. When he swirls his finger around my clit, my vision goes dark, stars dancing in my line of sight. Back and forth, he runs his finger through my slick and then circles my clit, edging me closer, but not sending me hurtling over the edge. Giving me just the right amount of pressure to hold me there without giving me what I want. It’s maddening.

I cry out when he inserts a finger and crooks it upwards, rubbing the textured pad of flesh inside of me that has my legs shaking. My fingers clench in his shirt as I drag him closer, my knuckles going white with how hard I hold on to the fabric. I push my nose into the crook of his neck and breathe in, groaning as his scent has my brain going haywire. A pleasurable haze clouds my mind even more, and all I can focus on is the way he smells, how he feels pressed against me, the glide of his finger as he thrusts it slowly in and out of me.

Too slowly.

“More,” I moan against his throat, my parted lips pressing against the warm skin there.

His breathing picks up, his heart pounding against my chest. He listens to me when I ask for more, adding a second finger and picking up the pace marginally. The heel of his palm presses against my throbbing clit on his next thrust, grinding against it, causing my inner walls to clench. My hips roll, chasing that feeling, that electric zing that pulses through me the more he touches me.

“Godsdamn, this is torture. Need to taste,” Forde groans, his hips flexing and his fingers moving faster.

My mind flashes back to my dream, where he was between my legs devouring me like a man starved. I clench around his fingers again, moaning at the thought.

“Please,” I beg.

I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. Him to touch me more? To taste me? Make me cum?

I get this urge and don’t even stop to think as I reach down and catch his hand, dragging it from my shorts. I pull back from his neck as I guide Forde’s hand up to his mouth, his fingers glistening in the moonlight. His lips part, and he looks at me with wide eyes. I don’t know what I’m doing, but my instincts are pushing me to keep going, so I do.

I push the two fingers he just had inside of me to his open mouth and his tongue peeks out, wrapping around the digits and sucking on them. His eyes close, a look of torturous bliss crossing his features, and he moans. I shudder at that sound.

I love it when a man moans.

When his eyes flash back open, the fire burning in them blazes brighter than before and he growls, nostrils flaring. Before I know it, I’m flat on my back with him leaning over me, careful of my belly. Ripping my shorts down my legs, he tosses them to the side, an almost feral intensity surrounding him. My eyes widen at the energy rolling off him in waves as his eyes lock directly onto my slick center.

“Tell me no,” he growls, muscles straining as he tries to hold himself back. All the while not taking his eyes from the throbbing point between my thighs.

I don’t say anything, words failing me suddenly. I don’t want him to stop, not now. I’m so close and Ineedthis.

“Don’t stop,” I moan out finally, reaching for him.

He snarls, bending down, shoving his face against me and making me yelp. At the first touch of his tongue, my eyes fall shut, waves of pleasure rolling over me. Colors dance behind my eyes as Forde runs his tongue between my lips, searching. I reach down and curl my fingers in his hair, and he growls again, the vibration against my over-sensitized bundle of nerves making me cry out.

When his lips latch onto the swollen bud he sucks, my world shatters. I scream my release as I detonate, lightning flashing behind my eyes as the pleasure coursing through my veins turns into a storm that sweeps me away.

I’m adrift in a sea of unending bliss, the waves rolling over me and pulling me under as Forde continues lavishing attention on me, extending my orgasm. Every nerve ending feels alight. My skin is tingling, and I feel light as a feather.

As I slowly come back down to earth, the fog starts to lift. I become more aware, alert. Forde licks and sucks my lips, not leaving a trace of my release behind, and when he’s done, he lightly kisses my pubic bone.

My breath seizes in my lungs when he does that, and my eyes sting. Realization of just what I’ve done hits me like a freight train, ramming into me and leaving me feeling unsteady. As I feel the tears threatening to fall, my hand instinctively rises to my lips to muffle the sob that’s trying to escape my throat.

Oh, gods.

What have I done?!

Forde sits up when he hears my strangled cry, cursing when he sees my tears. He tugs my shirt down to cover me back up and wraps his arms around me to pull me into his lap, cradling me in his arms as he rocks from side to side.

I feel like I can’t breathe, and I struggle in his hold, needing to be… away. He doesn’t let go, his arms banding around me tighter as I struggle to pull in air. My chest feels tight, my lungs refusing to work correctly. The urge to flee, tohidefrom my actions, is strong, but Forde doesn’t see. He does notunderstand.

“No… let… go…” I gasp out, pushing against his chest as my tears leave scalding trails down my cheeks.

“Shh… I will. Just breathe for me first,” he says, aiming for soothing, but it only makes me gasp for breath harder.

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