Page 108 of When Hearts Awaken

There’s only me and him.

My first time.

The thought unmoors me and I move my hips, joining him in his rhythm, kissing him back with everything I have inside me, thanking him without words for this gift he’s giving me.

Tears slide down my face, but I don’t care. My heart is mad for the man above me, the man loving me with every thrust, every piston, the man raining kisses over my eyelids, nose, and lips.

“You’re doing so good, minx. You’re fucking made for me.”

The pressure climbs from a spot deep inside me, his cock gyrating harder, hitting that sensitive spot with every movement and soon, I thrash underneath him, urging him faster with my hips, chasing the high only he can give me.

It’s different this time. The sparks build from deep within, the pleasure burgeoning into something I can’t control.

I grip his hand, my nails digging into him. “Charles, it feels…I f-feel… Oh my God.” My legs tremble, and I’m pushed to the edge of a cliff, nirvana gathering in my veins.

“You’re going to come, minx. You’ll come so hard. Your pussy is strangling my cock. Fuck, you feel so good.”

The shudders erupt from my legs and travel up my thighs then to my chest, my tits becoming even more swollen and sensitive, my nipples scraping against his hard chest in the most delicious way. The pleasure grows and grows and soon, his gentle thrusts become a punishing hammering, the slaps of skin hitting skin loud in the room.

Charles clamps his teeth on my neck and I detonate.

“Charles!” I shriek, black dots blurring my vision and a low growl rips from him.

“Fuuuck,” he roars, his hips snap into me a few more times, his cock throbbing as he follows me into ecstasy.

My blood roars in my ears, our moans and grunts a lewd symphony. My pussy tingles as he gyrates his body on top of mine, sending sharp aftershocks through me. We’re a mess of sweat and tears, our skin no doubt full of scratch and bite marks.

Everything is too sensitive in the best of ways.

I open my eyes, finding his startling gaze on mine, concern radiating from those brilliant blue pools. He’s worried about me. I truly am not alone anymore.

A smile breaks across my lips, and I see a myriad of emotions crossing his face—relief, awe, and finally, happiness.

He chuckles before he settles himself on top of me, sealing his lips with mine. We’re still connected—both physically and emotionally.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers, and I startle. I didn’t realize today was the international day of love, for I never had anyone to celebrate it with.

Charles smiles, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Why did you think I dropped everything to fly halfway across the world today, minx? My Valentine.”

My Valentine.

My lips hike up in a smile. “What if I said no to you outside the theater? You drive me crazy, after all.”

He chuckles and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’d find a way to convince you. I’m a relentless bastard, you know.” He winks, no doubt thinking how I called him that when we danced the Argentine tango.

Warmth fills my insides and I kiss him with fervor, my heart thudding resoundingly. I’ve never been good with words, my body has always been more proficient at speaking for me.

And it appears he understands, because he kisses me back with passion, with the same desperation my lovesick heart feels. But this time, the hole in my chest is filled, and I throw myself into the madness he’s created with me.

My life stopped when I was sixteen. Now, at almost twenty-four, I’m resurrected.

Chapter 45

I can’t get enoughof her.

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” She bounces on my lap as I grab her tits with both hands. I stare at our reflection in the mirror—us perched on the edge of the bed, her moving her tight little pussy up and down my cock, her little barbell winking at us with every motion.

The storm batters the windows to the sound of my cock pounding into her from below.

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