Page 29 of Shattered Hearts

“Do you still want more?”

I don’t blink. “Yes.”

Capturing my lips, he kisses me, slow and soft. The mood has changed a little since I came. He’s gentle, quiet, though maybe that’s not the right word. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of me, and they’re sticky and wet with my cum.

He dries his hand on the sheet and grabs a condom out of his nightstand. Tearing the little foil packet open, he says, “Watch me put it on. I want you to see I’m protecting you.” On his knees, he sheathes himself, rolling the condom down his cock. He holds my hand and runs my fingers over the latex. “You’rereally wet right now and the friction won’t hurt, but if you’re uncomfortable, you have to tell me.”

“I will.”

“Do you want to be on top?”

I shake my head. “No.” I wouldn’t know what to do if I was on top. I wouldn’t know how to give him what he needs to come. “Do you mind?”

“Whatever you need to do to be comfortable, sweetheart.”

“I want you on top of me.”

“Okay.”

He covers us with the sheet and comforter and nestles between my legs. His cock pokes at me, searching for home, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and nibble his neck. He tastes like Gage and sweat, and I focus on the texture of his skin against my tongue as he pushes into me.

I suck in a breath.

The way he feels is nothing like what I’ve experienced in the past. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, him filling me with love, his desire to claim me. Gripping my butt, he tilts my hips upward and consumes all of me. My body stretches, accommodating his size until he can’t go any farther, and he pauses, waiting for my body to adjust.

“Zarah?”

I cling to him, so grateful he can give me this time, erase all the hate and violence I’ve experienced in an act that should convey love and commitment, pleasure and desire.

“I’m okay.”

“How do I feel?” His face is pressed into my cheek, his breath hot against my skin.

“Perfect.” I mean it. This is the most perfect moment of my life.

“I’m going to start to move. I’m almost there, and I don’t need much.”

I nudge him back, look into his eyes, and rest my palm against his cheek. “Take what you need. I want to give you whatever you need.”

“You already have.”

Braced above my body, he starts to pump, and I catch on to the rhythm, my hips meeting his tender thrusts. I play with his nipples and he moans.

He grunts as he comes, his arm and leg muscles like cement to keep himself from crushing me. His cock is huge, and I can feel it pulse as it empties into the condom.

Shuddering, he lowers his body over mine. We’re both sweaty, but I’m the only messy one. The wet spot will be my fault, and I giggle. He nips at my bottom lip, his teeth delicately pinching my skin. He hasn’t pulled out of me yet and he’s still semi-hard. I like how he feels. I like how we’re connected.

I wiggle my hand between our bodies, and I tilt my hips, exploring the area where we’re joined. “I like this.”

“We’re one,” he murmurs, whispering kisses along my jaw and down my shoulder.

“I feel like we are. In here.” I rest my hand against his chest where his heart is.

“Yes.” He sucks my nipple, but not in the arousing way as before. Soft kisses, tiny draws of my skin between his teeth. Showing me he loves me.

I feel him get hard, growing inside me. “Do you want to do it again?”

He strokes my insides with his cock, long glides, going completely out of me, then sliding back in with one smooth motion, filling me. It’s scary how empty I feel when he’s not inside me, how big of a hole he leaves when he’s not consuming every part of me.

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