Page 77 of Icebound Hearts

“Oh my god, it’s so much,” I gasp, struggling to keep my eyes open as the intensity of the sensations coursing through my body threaten to overwhelm me.

“I know, but you’re doing so well already. Look.”

Sawyer glances down between us, and I lift my head a little to follow his gaze. Another plaintive sound pours from my lips at the sight of my pussy stretched around him. It’s filthy and intoxicating all at once, and as we both watch, he slides inside another inch. Then another.

“Fuck,” I whisper, squirming beneath him. I feel like he’s splitting me open, like he’s going to touch a part of me that no man ever has before.

“You good?”

“Yes.” I nod desperately.

“Good. You told me you wanted me.” He nips at my lower lip, heat blazing in his eyes. “That you wanted my cock. Do you wanthalfof it, or all of it?”

Arousal spikes in my chest, burning away any hesitation I was feeling before. “I want itall,” I insist, a hint of a challenge in my voice, and I’m rewarded by Sawyer’s deep chuckle. The sound seems to vibrate through his body and into mine through the connection between us, and something warm pools low in my belly.

With one arm braced on the mattress by my head, Sawyer trails his lips along the line of my jaw.

“Then count,” he murmurs in my ear.

I don’t know quite what he means until he presses his cock in a bit farther only to pull out, and I feel the studs of his piercings slipping out of me. He starts to press back inside, and I do my best to keep count. One, two, three, four, five…

“How many?” Sawyer asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Five,” I reply breathlessly.

“Good girl.” He nods approvingly, sending a burst of sparks through my veins. “But there are plenty more, so pay attention.”

Keeping his gaze fixed on me as if he doesn’t want to miss a second of this, he rocks his hips backward and forward again,driving into me slowly—both to give me time to adjust, and to let me feel more of his piercings working their way inside me.

“Six… seven…”

I whisper each number as another two piercings join the others. The deeper his cock presses into me, the more it stretches me, and the harder it gets to concentrate.

Sawyer pulls out again, almost all the way, and reaches up to cup my jaw. His thumb strokes my cheek. “So fucking good. More?”

“Yes. Oh god. Keep going.” My hands wrap around his back, pulling him closer as I wrap my legs around him too.

“You’re a hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Sawyer’s eyes darken until the gray of his irises appears almost black as he sinks into me another few inches. The stretch is so intense that my breath catches in my throat and my eyes shoot open, and he brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “You like that, baby?”

I moan an affirmative, and satisfaction flares in his eyes. “Good. Because I’m not done yet. Don’t lose count.”

“Eight… nine…” I count breathlessly as more of Sawyer’s piercings slip inside me with the matching inches of his cock.

Oh my god, how much more can there be?

The answer comes seconds later when he pulls almost all the way out once again—but instead of pressing back in like he’s been doing, he pauses. I feel like I’m at the top of a rollercoaster, about to go hurtling down the other side, but his expression softens for a moment as he looks at me.

“Goddamn, heartbreaker.” He shakes his head, his thumb tugging gently at my lower lip. “You look more beautiful right now than I think I’ve ever seen you. And that’s saying something.”

My cheeks flush, warmth radiating through my entire body as Sawyer trails his hand down my face to my neck and finally to my scar, which he traces with one finger until he reaches thespot right above my heart. He rests his palm there as if feeling my heartbeat.

It’s pounding in response to his touch, and to the feeling of his cock poised at my entrance, about to fill me up completely. There was a long time in my life when my doctors worried my heart would never beat regularly like this, but I can feel it pumping blood through my veins with its full strength.

It strikes me in a rush that, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I feelalive.

Since all that shit went down with Elijah back in Chicago, I switched off in a lot of ways. I had to just to get through it, to protect myself. My walls were up so high and strong that evenIcouldn’t see past them—I couldn’t even see they were there in the first place. But somehow, Sawyer slipped past them without me even noticing.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “All of you. I’m ready. Please.”

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