Page 104 of Branded Hearts

“I think I do,” I say, feeling his rock hard cock rub against my stomach, making me shiver.

He chuckles softly, a deep, resonant sound that sends shivers down my spine. Then he grabs hold of my hair at the nape of my neck, gently tugging it down before capturing my lips in an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue instantly caresses mine, and I lose myself in the intensity of the moment, the heat of the shower matching the heat between us.

Without taking his mouth off mine, he grabs a bottle of body wash from the rack, squirts some into his hands, and works it into a lather.He starts to wash my body in slow, deliberate movements, his touch tantalising and sensual. As his hands glide over my skin, his breathing becomes heavier.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, his hands roaming over every curve, now slick and slippery. I can only whimper in response, my body trembling under his touch.

He starts at my shoulders, his fingers moving slowly down to my breasts, my stomach, and the curve of my ass. Each deliberate movement ignites a fire within me, and as his hands continue their journey downward, the anticipation builds until he reaches my core. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moan that threatens to escape, my restraint barely holding.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck. He sucks and nibbles, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me gasp.

“Bradley,” I moan, my voice shaky with desire.

His fingers find that sensitive spot in no time, rubbing circles that drive me wild. When he inserts not one, but two fingers inside, stretching me, I almost come undone right there.

“I love how you respond to me,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice husky. My body arches into his touch as his fingers continue their maddening dance.

He takes my lips in another kiss, before they drift from my mouth, across my chin, and down my jaw. He kisses his way down my body, his mouth hot and hungry. I hold on, caressing his muscled back, sliding my hands up toward his shoulder blades. His mouth closesover my left nipple, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he sucks it hard while pinching my other nipple with his forefinger and thumb.

“Brad.” My fingers dig into his shoulders. “Oh… Oh, God.”

He lifts his head, his eyes dark as he moves against me, his dick pressing between my legs, creating a delicious friction. I can’t help but rub back against him.

A low groan escapes his mouth before he says, “Do you trust me?”

I nod quickly, without hesitation or doubt. He pushes the showerhead back, so it’s not directly on top of us, before dropping down to his knees on the tiled floor.

He looks up at me, and it’s the most delicious sight I’ve ever seen. His once blue eyes, now darkened by his pupils, hold my gaze. My breathing hitches as I anticipate what he’s about to do.

I know what to expect this time; I’ve felt his mouth on me before. Yet, a burst of butterflies still erupts within me, mingling with the excitement and the memory of his touch. The anticipation is electric, and I can’t wait to feel him again.

He grips my thigh, gently placing it on top of his right shoulder. My breathing hitches.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs, sensing my apprehension. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

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The sight of him looking up at me, eyes filled with desire, erupts the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. He slides a finger inside me, and a soft, surprised mew escapes my lips, and Bradley’s eyes flick up to my face. His fingers slip out and then back in so easily. Despite being in the shower, I’m wet for entirely different reasons. My hips push against his fingers, trying to catch his rhythm.

“You’re drenched, Amelia,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so wet and ready for me.”

“Yes,” I choke out, tilting my hips up.

With a growl of satisfaction, Bradley dips his head again. His fingers slip out of me, but before I can mourn the loss, he spreads me open and I nearly squeal at the feel of his tongue on me. I gasp, my hands finding purchase in his hair as he works his magic. He circles my clit, teasing and pressing until he finally sucks it, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

He hoists one of my thighs up, placing it over his shoulder, holding me steady as I cry out, feeling my orgasm building faster than it ever has before—the sound echoing in the bathroom. Bradley gentlyplaces a hand to my mouth to muffle my sounds, his eyes intense as he looks up at me.

“Can you be quiet for me, sunshine?” he whispers.

I nod, moaning against his hand, and when he presses his fingers inside me, curling them upward, like he did last night, I burst apart, crying out his name—my voice muffled by his palm as my eyes flutter shut. I’m a writhing mess against his talented mouth, my fingers gripping his hair.

The orgasm rolls through me in waves, until I finally go limp, leaning against the cool tiled walls.

If I thought my orgasm yesterday was good, then this... this is sensational.

Coming down from my high, I pull Bradley up to stand, craving his lips on mine again. Kissing him feels like a dream, and I can’t get enough. He moans into my mouth, nibbling on my bottom lip before pulling away with a pleased, cocky smile on his face. He brushes his fingers across my cheekbone affectionately, his eyes searching mine.

“Holy... shit!” I exclaim, breathless—not caring about the swearing. “That... that was amazing.” I enjoyed that way too much, and I think I’m now obsessed.

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