Page 78 of Icebound Hearts

A look of hungry determination crosses Sawyer’s face. Lifting his hand away from my scar, he pinches one of my nipples lightly, drawing a soft cry from me as an electric shock of pleasure shoots straight down to my clit—and at the same time, he pitches his hips forward, driving in to the hilt this time.

My cry turns into a low moan, and I cling to him, holding on tightly as he bottoms out inside me.

“Ten,” I breathe, feeling his cock pulse as I squeeze around him. This is the fullest I’ve ever felt, and it’s breath-stealing and incredible at the same time. Sawyer leans down to kiss me deeply.

“Such a good fucking girl for me. I told you I’d take care of you,” he breathes, making me mewl softly. I still can’t believe I took all of him, but when he starts to drag himself out, my breath catches in the back of my throat again. I swear I feel him in every nerve of my body.

“Yes!” I gasp, tilting my head back on the pillow. “Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t.

He keeps moving, fucking me with long, even strokes that make his piercings rub against my inner walls in a way that’s unfamiliar but amazing. I lose myself in the rhythm and sensation of it, and he gradually picks up the pace until he’s driving into me, pushing my breath out of my lungs with each forceful thrust.

The bed creaks softly every time our bodies come together, and our quiet noises fill the room. My legs are still wrapped around his waist, gripping him like I’m afraid I might drift away without something to hold on to, and my eyes squeeze shut, because the pleasure he’s giving me is overpowering.

As if he’s reading my body, Sawyer fucks me even faster, his body clapping against mine, and even though I’ve already had two of the best orgasms of my life tonight, I can feel the telltale signs of another one building.

“Fall apart for me. I want to see you come first,” Sawyer grunts in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “I want to feel you come on my cock, heartbreaker. Ineedit.”

There’s a raggedness to his voice, an edge of desperation, that makes it clear how true his words are. That thought lights a fuse inside me, pushing me closer to the precipice I know is waiting for me.

“Keep going,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on that little spark as it builds into a flame. “Don’t stop. Fuck, Sawyer, oh my fucking god.”

“Won’t stop,” he grunts, his thrusts growing wilder. “Jesus Christ, you feel so damn good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

And that’s what does it.

The thought that he’s only hanging on by a thread, that he’s barely holding himself back, sends me hurtling over the edge.

My body goes tight, my mouth opening on a silent scream as I fly apart. Pleasure spreads through my limbs all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes as I crash into an earthshaking orgasm.

Sawyer keeps pounding into me, hard and fast, his dark hair falling over his forehead and the tendons in his neck standing out. He fucks me through it, and as the waves of pleasure are still rippling through me, he goes rigid, his cock pulsing inside me.

“Violet! Fuuuuck.”

He groans my name, and my breath catches as I feel the warm flood of his cum. He draws out partway and then slams into me two more times, wringing out the last of his release. When it’s finally over, he collapses on top of me, his breath stirring my hair. My heart hammers against his, and in the aftermath of such intense sensations, my body seems so light that I feel like I’m soaring.

“Wow,” I whisper, and I can feel him smile against my neck.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Wow.”

We lie silently for a long moment as our breathing syncs, as if neither of us has the strength or will to move. Completely boneless and wrapped up in Sawyer’s warm, firm body and the scent of him like this, I start to drift off despite the dull, sweet ache already starting to take hold in my muscles.

My eyes flutter open a few moments later when he gently pulls out of me and rolls off to my side. I fall back asleep briefly, but in the haze between wakefulness and sleep, I’m vaguely aware of him cleaning me up with a warm, wet towel. Then I hear him pad down the hall again.

He’s not coming back.

That thought floats through my head like it’s coming from another room, but I stir out of sleep when the mattress sinks a little, and I blink open my eyes to find Sawyer crawling back into bed with me.

He smiles at me and opens his arms, beckoning me in, so I snuggle up against his chest. He kisses my forehead, and I fall back asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating gently and easily in my ear.

Chapter 26

Sawyer

I wake with my nose buried in Violet’s silky cherry and almond scented hair. The curtains on her bedroom window are drawn, but the early morning sun fills the room with gray light. My arms are still wrapped around her, her face resting on my shoulder, and I feel the whispers of her breath against my skin.

Images and memories from last night filter through my mind, making heat stir inside me all over again.

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