Page 124 of If Our Hearts Collide

So I jump.

And without warning, my thumbs slide out of her mouth and my own lips crash into hers, as Penny’s part to let me in.

That’s a good girl.

I devour her.

I lick and taste and probe and…savor.

I get drunk off her innocence, and indulge in the taste of sin and betrayal. And in this one moment in time, it’s as if our hearts collide, sending energy through my entire body and into hers.

Our frames mold to each other, as if we can’t get close enough.

Penny breathes into me the life I didn’t know I wasn’t experiencing, opening for me and giving me permission to fill in her voids.

My arms wrap around her, molding her to me and shielding her body with mine as I binge on her sweetness.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

But I sure as hell can feel. And in this moment—right now—I feel on top of the world.

All this time, I thought I could resist her, but my craving is just too strong. Knowing that she feels the same way is what is making it impossible to keep my emotions in check. She wants me like I want her.

The rigidness of my cock rubs against me through my pants, fighting for more friction.

“Is this proof enough of my desire?” I growl, while sliding my hands over the sides of her waistline.

My teeth bite at her, demanding that she opens up more for me. I want her to give in to the passion that I’m inflicting on her wanton body. I suck air into my lungs, making me feel alive, while one hand grips her hair and the other digs into her ass.

Lifting up her leg, I wrap it around my hips, allowing the other to join. I grind my cock against her pussy, causing her kiss to become more…

Assertive?

No.

Impassioned.

I lean my weight against the wall, resting a hand by her head, while my entire body shields hers by its sheer mass. My thumb from my other hand grazes against her cheekbone, tracing along the curvature of her jaw, and then slowly it makes its way down to her neck.

“I wish I knew what you were thinking,” she says softly.

My eyes hood, while I maintain a firm grip on her body to keep her stable. “I’m thinking about how I’m going to burn for every dirty thought of you running unrestrained in my head.”

She smirks. “How dirty?”

I study her. Why is she not running away from me? Why is she not fighting against me? Why does she feel so content in my arms?

But she doesn’t know… She’ll never know…

“You have no fucking clue how depraved my mind and my tastes are.”

Leaning forward, she pushes her shoulders off the wall to get closer to me. “What…happens…if…” she says, kissing me between each word. “I…want…dirty?”

My body hardens against hers. She feels like a dream. It’s as if she’ll just float away if I don’t hold on to her tightly.

She’s my weakness and my strength—in equal parts.

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