Page 15 of Pieces

“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling so full. “I… I need you to move.”

A curse escapes his lips as he starts to move. Each thrust sends a shot of pleasure through me, the discomfort melting away with every roll of his hips. His hands untangle from mine to slide under me, tilting my body to meet his movements, and when he hits a spot deep inside, I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Ohhh,” I moan from the sensation. The heat between us builds rapidly as my eyes snap to his, whimpering when his length massages that spot again.

“That’s it, princess,” he groans, the sound like gravel in my ear. Only turning me on more. “You take me so fucking well. God, you feel so good.”

The praise sends a shiver into my core, erupting over my skin, and I arch into him, desperate to feel more, to be closer. His lips find mine in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, but he doesn’t stop moving, his pace increasing as my body matches his rhythm.

He shudders against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. “So fucking perfect. Do you feel that? The way you’re squeezing me?”

I nod, incapable of words. My body’s responding to him in ways I didn’t know were possible.

“That’s it,” he whispers. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, his voice low and wrecked. “I can feel you. Fuck, Daphne. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel how close you are. Let go for me. Come for me, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.”

The words ignite something entirely new, the pressure pushing me up to a fever pitch. Every nerve feels electrified, every touch, every thrust sending me spiraling higher. His hands grip me tighter, guiding me, barreling me closer and closer to release as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses over my neck in a trail of fire.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice soothing and demanding all at once. “Let go. I want to feel you fall apart for me.”

The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless pleasure coursing through me is too much. I cry out as the tension snaps, sending me hurtling over the edge. My body clenches around him, pulsing, wave after wave of ecstasy ripping through me as he groans my name, holding me through every shuddering second.

As I catch my breath, he stills inside me, and a newfound confidence surges within me. Pushing gently against his chest, I whisper, “Can I try something?”

He hesitates for a moment, then complies, slipping out of me.

“Lay down for me.”

He does as I ask, his cock standing proud, and the condom covered in my release. As I move, his hands settle on my hips as I straddle him. The power shift is intoxicating, and I savor the way his dark eyes roam over me, filled with hunger and reverence.

Blushing, I lean down, trailing kisses along his neck and chest, relishing the way his body reacts to my touch. When I finally guide him back inside me, the stretch is just as intense, but now it feels like a perfect fit, like we were made for this.

I move slowly at first, finding a rhythm that’s slow but comfortable. His hands grip my thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches me. “Oh fuck,” he growls, his voice strained. “You’re killing me, princess.”

Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his chest, our movements growing more frantic, more desperate as the pleasure builds again. His grip tightens, his hips meeting mine in perfect sync, driving me higher until I’m teetering again. Jesus, I’ve never experienced this before.

One of his hands finds my breast while the other finds my clit, and I fall apart as though he commanded it. But this time it’s like free falling, the pleasure consuming me as I tremble and moan his name. Hudson’s breathing quickens beneath me, his hands sliding to my thighs once more, gripping firmly as his head tilts back against the pillow. His body tenses, his lips parting with a deep, guttural groan that seems to echo in the room. As his chest rises sharply, his muscles quiver under my touch, and he shudders, completely unraveling. Satisfaction surges through me at the sight of him beneath me. I feel his release in the way his body tenses but softens at the same time, his hands loosening their hold as his breaths come in short, uneven bursts, his head rolling slightly to the side as he pulls me to lay on top of him, spent and still.

Our bodies stay tangled in a mess of sweaty limbs. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I let myself sink into him, because I like this. I like that he pulled me closer, that he’s the one holding me here. I didn’t know I needed this reassurance from him, but now I never want to move.

“You okay?” he asks after a long moment, his voice soft.

I lift my head, a small smile playing on my lips. “Better than okay.”

His lips curve into a tender smile. “Stay with me tonight?” Vulnerability laces through his words.

“I’d like that,” I whisper into his chest, and the warm, fuzzy feeling takes me over again.

That was worth waiting for. Even if it’s one night, it’s one I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

Chapter nine

Hudson

Rollingover,myhandsearches for her. A dull ache hums through my muscles as I shift, a reminder of the way we’d come together again in the middle of the night, unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. The memory wakes me enough to leave me wanting more.

But I come up empty. The sheets are cool now, faintly carrying her scent—lavender and something sweeter, something undeniably her. My hand brushes the space where she should be, and a knot forms low in my stomach.

I blink against the dim light creeping through the blinds, my eyes landing on the chair where my shirt still hangs, but her clothes are gone.

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