Page 106 of When Hearts Awaken

Charles wrenches my sweater off me.

“More,” I moan, baring my neck to him as he sucks and scrapes the tender spots down my throat. “Fuck, I need more.”

“I’ll give you more, minx. I’ll give you everything.” He yanks off my bra and my nipples prickle to attention. He snarls and bares his teeth as he stares at the hardened points before he sucks one of them into his mouth.

A sharp current hits my clit and I curl my legs around his waist, my pussy already pulsing from the sensations he’s wreaking on my body.

“So fucking sensitive,” he rasps, “a goddess.” He suckles my tits, biting, licking, flicking his tongue in a way that drives me wild.

His hands grab my leggings and with a rough yank, he tears them off me and I curl my legs around his waist again, his hard cock hitting my pussy. I shudder and gyrate against his hard length.

“Not enough,” I whimper. “I want everything.” I want us naked, skin against skin, feeling every inch of our bodies plastered against each other.

Growling, he holds me tight against him, his lips making their way to the whorl of my ears as he carries me to the bed. He tosses me on to it, his breathing harsh in the room. I rub my overheated body over the cool sheets, my nerves raw as more wetness seeps out of me. I need more. My touch-deprived body needs everything.

His lips twitch as he slowly unbuckles his belt, the clinking sound sending a frisson of panic inside me.

“Look at me,” he rasps. “It’s me and you. No one gets to have this moment except us.”

His commanding words stave off the fear and I nod, my hands traveling up my body before I cup my breasts, my eyes fluttering shut as my fingers play with my nipples.

So sensitive. So fucking sensitive.

“Eyes open. Keep them on me, minx.”

My eyes flutter open and I stare at him, watching as he slowly takes off his pants and underwear.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps.

I swallow a whimper.

My mouth runs dry when I see his hard cock curling around his stomach. It’s thick and long, an enticing vein running along the side. Its tip is swollen and red, liquid dripping from the slit.

“Look at my cock weeping for you,” he grunts, his hand curling around his cock and gives it a tug. Charles hisses in pleasure, his eyes growing molten as I press my thighs together, eager to relieve the ache in my pussy.

Slowly, he prowls toward me, his hands sliding up my legs to my thighs, eliciting a thousand sparks on its path. Pressing them open, he trails kisses on my skin, stopping at areas I didn’t even know were sensitive to begin with. It’s like he has mastered the instrument of my body, like he knows it better than I do.

Suddenly he pauses. His grip becomes borderline painful and I look at him, finding him staring at my parted legs. What is he looking at—

Fuck.

I try slamming my legs shut, but he holds them open and a muscle tics in his jaw. “What is this, minx? What am I seeing?”

I bite my lip and fist my hands on the sheets. The last ugly side I haven’t shown him. The tiny little scars on my inner thighs. But he sees them now. I might be a warrior. I might be brave. But I’m also hurting myself because I can’t cope.

“I-I…I stab myself when the flashbacks become too real. Needles. Just the needles. No drugs. No one can see them because they’re on my inner thighs. But the pain…the pain and the hot showers stop the memories. They stop the voices. I know I should be stronger. I know I shouldn’t hurt myself. I know—”

“Fuck what you know or think.” He presses his lips over my scars. “You’re dealing with everything the best way you can. You had no one to care for you, totakecare of you.” He suckles my scars and a thousand sensations course up my legs and settle on my pussy.

Charles slides my underwear off me as he continues his sensual assault on my needle marks. His finger flicks my barbell and a loud moan escapes my lips.

It sounds lewd. Horny. I’m burning for him.

“It makes sense now, what you told me before. This little piercing was for pain and punishment, not for pleasure before, isn’t it?” His mouth travels to my barbell and he licks the piercing along with my clit, his tongue flicking the area in strong, rapid movements.

“Charles!” I scream, my body nearly careening off the bed if not for his firm hands holding me in place.

He alternates between sucking, flicking, swirling, all the while playing with my barbell. His finger dips into my wet entrance. I tense up automatically, but soon, another gush of wetness flows from me as he tugs my clit into his mouth and feasts on it.

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