Page 88 of When Hearts Awaken

I swallow, my pulse thready as I climb over him because this is something I’ve never done before. I don’t even know how he’ll react.

Slowly, I settle over his torso and bite my lip as my pussy comes on top of his heated body. I carefully slide my hands up his chest, biting back another whimper at all the manly muscles underneath me. I lean forward…and forward…until I’m hovering over him, my lips inches away from his ear.

“Charles?” I whisper.

He groans, his hips automatically flexing under me, his hands clamping my ass, and I moan in pleasure.

“Charles, you awake?” Unable to help myself, I pepper light kisses on his jaw, relishing in the hard scrape of his scruff on my skin.

So that’s what it feels like. I rub against him like a cat in heat.

I know the moment he wakes up. His muscles coil in tension as he stills.

“Tay?” His voice is hoarse and deep. So fucking sexy.

My tongue dips out as I lick his jaw, the salty taste addictive, and I moan again. “I need you, Charles.”

My body is on fire, my nerves burning for him. I want to fall into madness with him.

“Fuuuck,” he grunts, thrusting up, his hard cock hitting my piercing through our clothes. “Shit.”

I whimper, my hips moving of their own accord. I don’t know what I’m doing, but apparently, my body knows this dance and is taking over.

“Minx. Fuck,” he rasps as I gyrate harder, moving my underwear clad pussy from the base of his cock to the tip. More wetness drips out of me.

It feels so good, too good.

“Minx,” he tries again, “you have to stop. You were attacked earlier. You’re probably still running on adrenaline and not thinking straight.”

I bite his neck and he lets out a sharp hiss, his fingers gripping, digging into my ass cheeks to the point of pain.

It feels so good.

“I’ve never been more clear-headed,” I murmur into his ear. “You were right. I was scared. Scared of feeling anything real because…because of things that have happened to me in the past.” My voice is thick, but I push myself to continue, “But I don’t want to let the past control me any longer. I want to move forward.”

Lifting myself up, I pause my movements and stare at his face, half shadowed in the darkness, only illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming in from the windows.

The answer was in front of me all along.

“And I want to have sex and I want to do it with you, Charles.”

His nostrils flare, and even in the darkness, I see his eyes sharpen with intensity, emotions flitting across his face—too fast for me to decipher. He swallows.

“No,” he rakes in a ragged inhale. “If we’re going to have sex, I want you to be completely sure. I don’t want you to regret it later.”

Leaning down, I kiss his lips. The ache pulsing between my legs is now an incessant throb. I gyrate harder on his cock, a fission of pleasure shooting up my body.

I moan, “I’m sure. Ineedthis. I need you. Please, oh God, I need you. I’m going to die if I don’t come.”

I rub harder against him, the sparks quickly burgeoning, and a guttural groan tears from his mouth, the sound a direct hit to my clit.

Yes. Yes. Yes.Quicker. Faster. Chase the inferno.

I’m burning, and I need him to relieve me.Light me on fire.

My senses are flooded with everything that’s Charles Vaughn. My fucking sexy god of thunder. My archangel. My avenger who dropped everything to save me.

Gripping his face with my hands, I kiss him, my tongue licking his lips, my mouth sucking, taking any part of him inside me. He slips a finger into my mouth and I lave at it like it’s the best tasting lollipop. I’m drunk from him. Delirious from want. I crave his addictive taste. Salty. Smooth. Masculine.

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