Page 127 of When Hearts Awaken

“I’m going to fuck you raw. Is that okay?” My dick pulses in my hand, eager at the idea of entering her with nothing between us. “I’ve never been with anyone without protection before,” I add, watching her soften.

She swallows and nods. “Yes.”

A fresh wave of possessiveness slams through me and I prowl toward her, my lips twitching before my teeth make an appearance. The chains of control running my everyday life snap and fall to my feet with each step I take toward her, the woman who consumes me so completely, I don’t know how to live life without her.

Bending down, I push her legs wider, so she’s balanced precariously on the bar, then I swoop in and taste her juices.

Taylor screams, her body shaking as I hold her hips so she doesn’t fall over. My tongue laves the piercing before swirling over her clit. I lick all of her sweet nectar, then thrust my tongue into her sopping entrance.

“Fuck!” She grabs my hair and pulls, the pain adding to the maddening lust taking over my body.

“My perfect, beautiful ballerina is now my dirty cum slut made for me, to be used by me, to be pleasured by me.” I bite her clit quickly and she cries, her body thrashing, thumping against the mirror behind her, her orgasm taking her over. A fresh torrent of wetness comes flooding out, drenching my face and I lick at it, swallowing, going back for more, because I’m addicted to her.

I swipe my hand over my damp hair before I climb back up her body and bend over her. Lining my dripping cock between her legs, I swipe the tip around her piercing before dragging it over her clit, then notching the tip right at her entrance.

My muscles clench, poised to detonate and power into her, a desperation I’ve never felt before. My hand slides up her slick body to coil around her throat before I give it a soft squeeze.

“Color?” I rasp.

Her mouth parts, her gaze drunk with pleasure as she tips her face up and stares at me. “Green,” she whispers.

Growling, I tighten my clasp around her neck and slam into her. I swallow her scream with another soulful kiss.

Fire spreads rapidly inside me, my nerve endings raw as I piston into her. Her walls clench my cock so tightly, I feel like I might come at any second. It has never been this intense before, being without barriers inside her, feeling every single sensation and reaction from her pulsing pussy. Relaxing my hand slightly, I let her heave in a few deep gulps of air as bolts of electricity batter my veins.

Dipping my forehead against hers, her fluttery breaths caress my face as the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other echo in the room.

I’m on fire, every part of me clamoring to be closer, to be part of this woman before me, so our atoms enmesh and we become one.

Taylor’s legs shake against the bar, her stomach tensing, her arms spasming as she arches back. I chase her movement, kissing her one more time before tightening my hand around her throat, not enough to cut off her oxygen, but enough to make things a little bit more difficult for her.

She thrashes against me, her nails raking over my forearms.

“You can pinch me and I’ll stop, because you have all the power,” I whisper, watching her eyes widen. “Youare in control.”

Tears fall down her face as she shakes her head, her mouth dropping open, her eyes rolling back as her limbs stiffen.

“You listen to me, Taylor Peyton-Anderson.” I grunt, fighting with everything in me to stave off the orgasm threatening to erupt at any second. “You’re a fighter, a warrior, and the world bows down to you. I fucking kneel at your feet. You’re always the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I love you so damn much.”

I release her throat and pinch her clit before pulling her piercing to the point of pain and she shrieks, her lungs drawing in much needed air. A gush of liquid spurts out of her as her pussy clamps tightly around me before pulsing wildly and I fall into ecstasy with her.

Black dots blind my vision, and fire burns up my body. Unending streams of cum unload inside her, my mind flooded with so much pleasure, I don’t even know how to form words. Instead, I kiss her. Again and again, telling her my love won’t change, no matter what the world throws at us.

Telling her she isn’t alone anymore.

My cock stills inside her, pulsing from aftershocks as her inner muscles flutter around me, I slowly come down from my high. Pressing a soft kiss on her swollen lips, I graze her wet cheeks with my fingers, wiping away her tears and my cum. Taylor is quivering against me, her body pliant, her face against my chest, her arms looping around my back and clasping me against her.

“I love you so much, Charles Vaughn.” Her words come out in a soft whisper.

I still, my heart seizing. She has never told me the words in person, even though I’ve felt them from every look, touch, and smile from her.

Gently, I swipe her wet hair from her face and tilt it up, so I can stare at those beautiful gray eyes, the darkness nowhere to be seen.

“I love you, your thorns, your dark feathers. Don’t you ever change.”

She hiccups, her nostrils flaring.

“We will get through this together, no matter what happens,” I promise.

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